When she stepped back, Pike let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. That had been one of the tenser moments of his life. The fact that she'd accepted what he said was a good thing, considering that if his theory was right, she had the capability to make him an impromptu astronaut without the suit. That would be very unpleasant, and not at all the way Pike imagined going out. He usually liked to imagine it happening in some heroic anti-apocalypse sacrifice.
He knew a little about a lot, although that was all from back home. Some kind of Musical Bodies thing was definitely not one of them, back home or here. "Right. Yeah, that's me." Somehow, he had the feeling her asking about Faith's body was rhetorical, but he answered anyway. "Yeah." Despite wanting to, he didn't add the 'so be careful with it'.
If he was looking at who he thought he was, then Faith was in the body of a slim blonde. The irony was not lost on him, and Pike had to suppress the urge to toss a roll of his eyes heavenward. Whoever had done this was definitely not skilled in subtlety. At first, he was so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't really registered what she'd said about clothes, instead just nodding at her. A second later it registered, and his eyes widened. "OH! Yes! Yeah. Clothes. Because pants are good." He winced at how utterly moronic he sounded and set about pulling on some clothes. He couldn't really claim to have dressed quickly when compared to her, but for him, it was pretty quick.
Then he turned, clearing his throat. "So. Just so I'm clear on names." He hesitated a second, and then asked, "Kara, right?" Please, dear god, don't let it be Clark.