[Her internal screaming and running around comes to an abrupt stop at his last point, though it comes too late to save her nail and cuticle from her anxious teeth. She doesn't want him to stay away from her. Handing over her bra is -- still embarrassing as shit, like holy fuck, but she'll just have to deal with it!! Okay. Okay.]

Um. Ssso... [Just, uh. Man. Getting dressed in front of him while facing away had been way, way easier than thinking about undressing at all. Despite this, she doesn't think to duck away to the little bathroom attached or hop into the shitty, shallow closet space.] This shirt is -- probably, um. A little help, too. Running around. Um. I'm just gonna --

[Turn...around... The pants wouldn't work for him, at least, with him being so much taller. Jesus, she hadn't done anything like this since middle school, and the anxiety over this plan to send him out alone is really starting to mingle with the memories of never being sure or feeling like she could belong. Shutting her eyes in an attempt to shut out her uncertainty, Ryder forces a scoff of a laugh and a teasing mumble as she peels her shirt over her head and reaches back to fumble with the clasps of her bra.]

Just d-don't go -- bragging to them about getting under -- a girl's shirt, yeah?

[Glumly, a voice that had no business existing in that moment assures her that there's not that much under her shirt to brag about anyway. Shut up, voice.]