[ She winces. There is no way he is doing this to be annoying. ]

Wait, wait, switch with me, please.

[ Except at least on her the black shirt looks like a joke. On him, it could invite-- She's bright red. ]

Nevermind. Is there anything for the bottom?

[ She turns her back to him and pulls the shirt on. It's huge, which isn't the worst thing, but she's tempted to put the robe back on over it. She presses past the boy, digging in the bag. Containers of...very tight shorts that may as well be underwear. It's still better than nothing. She hands him one and gets the other out before shimmying them on. ]

We need to stick close together, if this is what this place is leaving out for us. [ Her voice is a lot tighter. ] If anyone tries to touch you, assume they're hostile. [ She looks at that arm again, and thinks of Barrett. ] So we try to leave or stun them, okay? Hopefully this is just a mistake.

[ She holds her hand out for him. It might help, to look together, and she doesn't want him to wander off. ] I'm glad we aren't doing this alone.