Eve simply waved at him and watched Jack disappearing behind the closing door. Up until the day before, she had no idea genuinely nice, caring people existed in the world. Of course he could still end up turning into a complete idiot - Eve would never discard the possibility - but so far, nothing inside of her told her Jack wasn't who he seemed to be.
Sighing, she unwrapped herself from the towel and dried herself completely. Then, she put on the boxers and t-shirt Jack had handed her. All done and towel hanging on the bathroom to dry, Eve looked around the room.
Jack was probably not coming back any time soon. But she didn't want to do the obvious and explore. What would she find, clothes? Generic personal affects? No, exploring that room wasn't for her.
Instead, Eve made a dive right to the center of the bed and rolled around until she faced the ceiling. Her arms and legs were spread wide, and she grinned.