[ She doesn't want to say yes. She wants to try to figure out where she is and how she gets home - alone. But he's here, and if she plays nice for now, maybe he'll explain what the hell is going on.
(If he knows. He's probably pretending he doesn't, but there's the outside chance that he really is as confused as she is, and it's hard not to wonder...) ]
Let me get dressed.
[ She looks pointedly over at the door, moving back towards the chest of drawers on her side. If he goes, there'll be plenty of room, no threat of getting stabbed. ]
no subject
(If he knows. He's probably pretending he doesn't, but there's the outside chance that he really is as confused as she is, and it's hard not to wonder...) ]
Let me get dressed.
[ She looks pointedly over at the door, moving back towards the chest of drawers on her side. If he goes, there'll be plenty of room, no threat of getting stabbed. ]