She heard him sigh and chose to ignore it. She wouldn't think about it, or what Karl might have wanted, or why he might have wanted it.
Lock it down, Higurashi. Now was not the time to wonder, or analyze, or regret. What's done is done. You can always go over what a frakking idiot you were later.
Each piece of clothing she put on was like building a fortress around herself, reminding herself that she wasn't free to do as she pleased. She was Special Agent Alyssa Higurashi, and she had earned her place with the boys. She wasn't going to do anything to compromise that.
And she was going to ignore the part of her that whispered 'Karl wouldn't... he's not like that.' Because everyone was like that. And even if he was the exception, once word got out... Alyssa began ruthlessly combing her hair as she glared at the image of herself. She was about twenty seconds away from working herself into a fit and throwing Karl out on his ear when she remembered that she had to talk to him about the possibility of a secret door and find out what he knew.
She set her comb down at a deliberate right angle to the make-up remover. Alyssa briefly considered and then rejected throwing a sweater on over her tank top and pajama pants. She couldn't show that she had been to affected.
Turning away from the mirror, Alyssa sat down to wait for Karl to finish... whatever he was doing in there.