James does better with direction, it seems; and goes straight to his wardrobe to pull out a pair of sweats and a t shirt - both of which have gone through the wash so many times they've been worn soft by the friction. They're both from university and while Skip will drown in them he's pleased that she'll spend the night smelling like him.

As an after though, he grabs a pair of socks for her. Her feet must be cold. The rest of her sure as hell was.

He doesn't knock before coming in - it's his apartment after all, he doesn't think about it - and reaches into the cupboard for a fluffy towel.

"Do you want me to burn it?"

He gestures towards her dress, as he sets down everything on the counter.