"Alright then." She said. She stood there for a moment, the blanket still in her arms, quite unsure of what to do next. It was only then that it occurred to her that by wearing the tube top her cousin had forced her to buy, she was far more exposed then she usually was. A dark blush crept up her neck and cheeks, much to her embarrassment. She tried to subtly shift the blanket in her grasp so that it was hiding shoulders. Why was this bothering her exactly? It made sense to wear a shirt that wouldn't interfere with her wound. This sort of thing never bothered her normally.
"I'll um, take your jacket." Charlie muttered. She walked back over to Kamal and tugged it out of his hands before hanging it up on a rack near the closet. "You can sit down if you want." She gestured at the couch. Shoot. What was she supposed to do with the blanket now? It would look odd if she just held onto it, but she couldn't put it down either, and she had nothing she could really change into...