"Clothes?" he asked curiously, already hunting under the sink for a pad for her and mentally on his way to open the window for Jane. Once Debi was set with her supplies, he headed into the outer room to release Jane. It wasn't until he caught sight of himself in the darkened window that he realised what she meant. Feeling like an utter arse, he tugged on his own trackies and jumper before rushing back to her side when she hissed out again.
"Debi?" He skidded to a halt outside the bathroom to stop himself from barreling straight into her. Slowly, but surely, he was regaining use of his higher brain functions, but he knew the idiot-him wasn't far below the surface. "Another one?"