She could picture the scene at customs. "Anything to declare?" "Well, yes, the risks of a man contracting HIV from an HIV+ women are remote, and a shower helps minimise that still further." "OK, you're a real South African, not a Nigerian trying to smuggle yourself through on a fake SA passport, you're clear. Enjoy your stay."
Not that risks were necessarily a bad thing. According to an article in the Guardian, experiencing fear together was one (of six, identified) means of bonding with a potential lover. "Perhaps," muttered Gramsci speculatively, "that was what uMalume had in mind with his little episode?"
The Cow doubted that. After all, bonding didn't appear to be what he had in mind, having chosen the shower over the post-coital cuddle, at the very moment when the bonding hormones ought to have been surging.
Her mind was flipping through the other bonding strategies. Body language, soft rock, chocolate, eye contact... jokes. Jokes? Ah, now she understood! She smiled knowingly at Gramsci. "It all makes sense now!" she said excitedly. "The recent salary increases - they're an attempt by the University to encourage staff to bond!"
Gramsci shrugged. He found the absence of eye contact when most line managers informed their staff of their increases quite telling. "Perhaps they should try music instead?" he suggested.