She raises an eyebrow at him, but manages to stop herself before she says anything overly rude. He's already agreed to let her stay with him, no need to make him change his mind.

"Yeah, ok. Fine." She sighs and pushes back from the table, a headache starting in the back of her head. Nothing too bad yet, still easy enough to ignore, but she knows from experience it could easily turn into something a lot worse. God she wants a drink. "But if you're not here when I get back, I'll --"

She breaks off, finding herself at a loss for what she could possible threaten him with, and ending at "-- I'll be really pissed."

The clothes were just where he said they would be and she refuses to let herself think at all about why all this stuff is here. Or where here is. Or anything at all, really, except finding something warm, that fits, and isn't too hideous. The coat is easy enough. And the pants. Boots take a little bit longer, but the fact that so much fits is...she's not thinking about that either.

"Good. You didn't leave." She tries to make the words sound nonchalant, but it's probably only partially successful. "Thanks," she adds as an afterthought.