She dropped the clothes simply out of surprise. he'd grabbed here, that was the shocking part. "You really don't want to do this," she warned in a low growl. Now she was pissed. To think she'd started to trust him, even believe that he wanted nothing physical from her and now this. She glared up at him, tearing her wrist free and about ready to punch him. His hair stopped her.
"What the fuck?"
Now she was thoroughly confused. trying to think about what he'd told her, all she could come up with was that other people's thoughts were invading his and skewing his perception of reality. And if that was supposed to drum up some sort of sympathy or empathy, it wasn't happening.
"You've got about two second to snap the hell out of it or this is not going to end well for you."