She didn't wander, kept close on his heels on the path through the building and kept quiet, for the most part. The blabbering was a product of tension and overcompensating for lacking social graces, anyway. And she could tell from the air of the kid that he wasn't interested in lingering.
Feeling rather useless, she just stood there and watched as Loren produced clothes, none of them very nice but... hey, better than a pyjamas, right? Feeling decidedly awkward, she gathered up the items and disappeared in behind a screen, peeled off the wet, cold night wear and struggled with the array of buttons and laces the new items seemed to require.
"This... is going to take some getting used to." Emerging back out, she squirmed uncomfortably in the strange clothes. They were too large in places, uncomfortably snug in others, and the materials felt itchy and unyielding. Still, they were warm, and some of the awkwardness that came with being unclothed had eased off her. Dragging her hands through the damp blonde hair, she attempts to comb into something slightly less disastrous. With... mixed results. It was still a tangled, thick mess of shoulderlength hair. Not much could be done without a hairtie. Or comb, or a mirror.
Then came the awkward moment where silence fell and she couldn't find the words to fill it with. There were too many things to ask about, too much that was downright alien and incomprehensible... And the simple fact that she was left to the mercy of this complete stranger. Clearly in debt, however you put it.
"I, uh... thank you," she managed, not really sure where to look. At him, behind him... "I'm sorry, for disrupting your plans for the day..."
Feeling rather useless, she just stood there and watched as Loren produced clothes, none of them very nice but... hey, better than a pyjamas, right? Feeling decidedly awkward, she gathered up the items and disappeared in behind a screen, peeled off the wet, cold night wear and struggled with the array of buttons and laces the new items seemed to require.
"This... is going to take some getting used to." Emerging back out, she squirmed uncomfortably in the strange clothes. They were too large in places, uncomfortably snug in others, and the materials felt itchy and unyielding. Still, they were warm, and some of the awkwardness that came with being unclothed had eased off her. Dragging her hands through the damp blonde hair, she attempts to comb into something slightly less disastrous. With... mixed results. It was still a tangled, thick mess of shoulderlength hair. Not much could be done without a hairtie. Or comb, or a mirror.
Then came the awkward moment where silence fell and she couldn't find the words to fill it with. There were too many things to ask about, too much that was downright alien and incomprehensible... And the simple fact that she was left to the mercy of this complete stranger. Clearly in debt, however you put it.
"I, uh... thank you," she managed, not really sure where to look. At him, behind him... "I'm sorry, for disrupting your plans for the day..."
