Owen turned at the sound of Cecilia's voice. His greeting faded immediately on his tongue at the sight of her. The nurse's uniform fit the era they were 'stuck in', but goddamn was that a man's fantasy or what? The skirt, and the hat, and the heels. Owen started, mouth slightly open. Thankfully his brain started to work again, just enough for him to speak.
"Uh... yeah. Hi." Owen laughed softly. "I woke up in the police department. I guess this is Mayberry. You look... not comfortable, but amazing." That much was true, at least. Owen was betting Cecilia was not thrilled with her clothes, even if Owen secretly was. Or not so secretly, given how flushed he felt.