Maryanne knew this could go bad, fast. Especially when Mitchell stepped into the doorway. So she offered as charming a smile as she could muster in such an awkward situation. "When aren't I naked Mitchell?" After all it was her bedroom, and she was often naked outside her room. Though in her defence she did try to keep it only to her room in the house.
Casting a glance to the ghostly version she gave him a slightly worried look. She was half glad he was dressed. Even if she preferred him fabulously naked. Sitting up she tucked her blankets under her arms so she didn't expose them to her nakedness. Even if everyone in the room had already seen it by now. "If this is going to be a party it should be a naked one. They're so much more fun, and clothes are overrated anyway." She was trying to defuse with humor.