"Wearin' a hospital muumuu with a camera pointed at your junk?" Jack added dryly, as if he were finishing her thought, though he doubted either one of those things would have been brought up in that particular fashion by her. "Yeah. Pretty much that." He paused, before correcting with a little less assertiveness than he'd shown only a few seconds earlier. "Well, I mean, not junk. Respective ladybits. I'm sure they're very nice."
With that he clamped his mouth shut, finally let his hands drop and sighing through his nostrils, though now he was glancing down at the bracelet with a little more consideration. What the hell excuse had he given for it before? Some kinky chick he'd wandered out of the bar with? How fucking dumb had that been. Who was that fucking dedicated? He felt it then, the sensation that this might actually be a situation where freaking out a little might actually be due. But nothing had actually happened, right? Wasn't that just as stupid as all the crap he'd been mulling over in the room?
"I'm guessing you didn't sign up for....anything?" He couldn't bring himself to say anything about a tv show now. Fucking dumbass ideas. "And, uh, also, who are you?"