[ Dropping her pants and underwear with a faint wince and kicking them away before turning back to him, not really realizing that he's unsure because it doesn't occur to her at all that the circumstances might change how he feels about it. She's mostly just thinking of the next step and the end result of sleeping and whether that will be a good thing or a bad thing and that he'll be there. ] Honestly the shirt might just need to be cut off. Maybe not, I don't know. [ Heading towards the bathroom instead. ] I think there's scissors in here.
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