[She hadn't even thought of shoes. Tugging the clothes out of the bag, she holds the shirt up by the shoulders, examining it. It's a bit on the large side for her but it looks sturdy enough.
So she's just going to tug off the old t-shirt and shrug herself into the new one. Not nearly enough wherewithal or energy to tell him to not look or turn around, even if she hadn't been wearing the camisole and shelf bra underneath.]
No, this is great. I'm not leaving my house ever again so who needs shoes.