Vivian blinked, the overwhelming wave of 'you're not wanted here' that she sensed from both Delia and Slater hitting her like the fallout from a nuclear bomb. She swallowed, shuffling her feet. "It's good to have you back," She mumbled, pulling the gown a little tighter around herself.
"Are you, uh... are you going to come back to bed soon?" She addressed Slater, clearing her throat and trying to hold her own in this situation. "I... wait a minute." She blinked, frowning at the bag that lay close to the bed. She could see inside, and she stepped closer, peering at the clothes. "Those belong to Patrick Byrne. What have you done, Delia?"