Eve had been lying there for a while now. It was with dread that she considered Jack was probably very lost right now, with a bunch of her own clothes.
She would worry, if it weren't for the fact that she was feeling way too relaxed and peaceful, and also that they were in a ship. He couldn't go far, and he wasn't in any real danger.
Jack's boxer shorts and t-shirt were helping Eve's relaxation quite a bit. She felt oddly comfortable in his clothes, probably because they were too large for her, and maybe also because they were his.
It didn't matter, right now, what mattered is that Eve was still very much spread eagle on the center of Jack's bed, close to dozing off again.