A shower should settle you down. Get that out of the way.
The shower is a roomy one, for one. Two can fit in, if they are really good friends. If the orientation lecture was correct, there likely have been some really good friends in here, a disturbing thought. What is also disturbing is that you had that thought at all.

Well, concentrate on the shower. You quickly doff your duds, pausing to glance in the mirror. With all due modesty, you are pleased enough with what you see. There are several things you would like to change, but that is still a figure well able to make a boy make a fool of himself.
Well, time for the shower, stick a hand into the water ... Ooo! The water's too cold. Maybe under the circumstances, a cold shower is not a bad idea, but there is a limit. So wait a minute for it to heat up a bit.

As you wait, you notice a few jars on the shelf... A big jar of laxative? That makes sense if you want to get a meal out faster. and this is called "Spit-Out"? Hmm... Guess that is something to make you vomit out a victim. Surprising they weren't mentioned during the lecture, but their use is rather obvious, and the lecture was already too long as far as you were concerned.

But now the shower is, if not hot, at least bearable, so you step in and start soaping. It takes you a moment to notice, but this protective soap is indeed different. The meat sauce smell is merely pleasant, if rather upsetting when you recall the implications. But it is the feeling the soap leaves as you apply it. Each touch is somehow the touch of your lover. So gentle and loving and... and that is just your limbs. When you get to more intimate areas, that "lover" is so ... so ... Well, you really shouldn't ... but some parts of the body do require extra cleaning ... Yes, you are just making sure you are completely clean. Yes ... yes ... Yes!

You relax against the shower wall, happily satisfied. That was really nice. Both peaceful and pleasant. And you didn't make any noise that let Rick know what you were doing. ... Well, at least you don't think you did. No, that was not the sort that leaves you screaming. A much more relaxed one really.

But time to dry off and get dressed. Then exit and tell a still hopeful Rick "Your turn", being careful to stay out of his way, or reach. You worry that if he grabs you, you probably won't be able to get free, and you worry that you won't try that hard.

But Rick behaves as a gentleman to your relief [and disappointment?] and heads to the shower. This gives you a chance to notice your luggage had been delivered here, possibly before you arrived. As you start to unpack, you try to consider how to keep him at arm's reach ... er, length.
Maybe get him to talking. Yes, that should at least slow him down. You run down a list of questions to ask. One seems of most immediate interest, well except for questions you are not sure how to ask, such as how to gently tell him you don't want to, at least not quite yet.

Soon enough, Rick is done with his shower and returns to the room, still interested, definitely interested, in you. So time for a question or several to slow him down. "Rick, he said in the lecture there are a lot of humans here. I'm vore myself. Which are you?"