[Ryder stares dumbly for a moment, looking as if he’s speaking in code to her, but when his very simple, direct words settle in just as they’re meant to, she thinks she might be spontaneously combusting. Clothes were — whatever. They hardly meant anything, as long as they suited the weather and were good to move in, and it was only since Teo had been taking care of her that she’d let herself indulge in style more. She had things available to indulge in! So: clothes. Not a big deal.]

Um… Th-the most…would be back at our apartment… [Since that’s where she’d discarded what she’d been living in for months and months. That’s fine, if inconvenient! But —] It’s, um. Um. [aaaaaa] The only thing I — couldn’t find in my size to — change into was, um, a — bra.

[She is going to Die.]

If that’s — enough, or I-I — can go get something and bleed on it, I don’t mind, if — if that’s easier.