The relief of being off a busy street was only slight for Frankie, and they didn't uncurl, but if there was anyone they were going to trust right now it was Molly, who had nothing but kind. And pretty much unfazed by their robe requests. For a few seconds Frankie squinted at Molly's face, trying to work out how this might go. Partly the words inside their head were itching and clamouring to get out, but partly there was resistance, a reluctance to say anything out loud until it was all settled. And there was no way it was settled yet.
Even as Frankie squinted and shifted slightly from foot to foot, there was a sort of inevitability tumbling towards them. And the edges of their usual rationality were being tested. "I need some sort of bulky top that'll cover me up. I don't trust my ability to switch this bra for a sports bra with magic." The thoughts tumbling out one after the other, possibly not the best explanation. Frankie swallowed heavily. "I'm not a girl, I don't think." There was a tremulous smile curling at the corner of of their mouth and a flash of hope in their eyes.