Clem knew that sound better than most- better than many, and it turned her stomach. It would have even if she hadn't lurched not fortyfive minutes ago. Poor guy...
Then again, she didn't have a choice when she changed like that.
What of him she could see peeking out from the tree, she didn't recognize- not that she was surprised, considering the mutual memory. Her lips pressed into a thin line across her chin- in a moment of solidarity, she slipped the bag over her shoulder and dug out the towel she'd brought with- just in case. It had a few smears of black alien goo on it, but keeping her eyes at a respectful level, she held it out on an arm for him to take. It's all the extra clothing she had- and she doubted he'd fit into anything she was already wearing anyway.
"You too," she said. "Which I guess should probably be more weird than it is... My name's Clem."