She set about putting Booth's clothes on and had the insane thought that any time she had ever had the notion of "getting into Booth's pants" it was never like this. She almost even laughed at the absolute irony of the situation, but she was afraid if she started she might dissolve into complete hysterics.
Instead, she finished dressing and went back out to the living room, feeling a tad less self-conscious now that she had better fitting clothes, but still generally uncomfortable.
She sat on the far side of the couch away from Booth and tried to curl into it like she would have normally, but found her new body to be too large to really fold up. She settled for slumping with her head leaned back looking up at the ceiling. It was easier than facing Booth anyway.
"Not yet," she answered. It was rare when she wasn't being proactive about solving a problem, but she'd also never faced such an impossible situation. Science, or what she knew of it, couldn't tell her what to do about this, and that scared the hell out of her.