Tom's body jerked from the shock as suddenly a woman appeared in front of him. Her clothes or rather the lack of them didn't make things better and he blushed profusely at her sight. "Err... sorry," he mumbled and averted his eyes. Not that it was a bad sight. But he felt like he deeply invaded her privacy here. Maybe he should have checked with her first.
"You can have some of my clothes if you want.," he said, still looking at the ground. He pointed into the direction of his wardrobe. "I'm uhm Tom. The guy who contacted you, you know. Uh, sorry for that."