Unlike some girls, it never took Stephanie all that long to change clothes. Not when she wasn't trying to figure out what to wear when she needed to get dressed up for something, at least. Especially since she was used to having to change into costumes at a moments notice, and those tended to be skin tight. So it was just a couple minutes after stepping into the bedroom that Stephanie came walking out again in completely different clothes, including sneakers instead of fuzzy slippers.
"You ready to go?" she asked without looking at him as she walked towards the couch. Her favorite hoodie was hanging over the back of it and while it got pretty hot during the day it still cooled off somewhat at night.
Stephanie wasn't exactly sure how to start the conversation she wanted to have with him. Hell, she wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to look at him just then. After all, talking about this stuff and looking at him would remind her of screwed up all of this was and it'd probably shatter all that composure she'd spent those few minutes trying to regain. It wasn't that she'd forgotten about the crazy of the situation already, because she hadn't. Far from it. She was just hanging on by a thread and was really hoping that thread didn't get cut.
One of these days maybe she would figure out why it was that she was perfectly fine facing down supervillains, or even just a mob of generic bad guys, but the idea of relationship type confrontations freaked her the hell out.