Mel catches the shirt in one hand, hardly looking for it, and uncrumples it out.

It'll cover the vitals for the trip to the bunker, that's all she cares about, so she pulls it on indifferently.

And grins. "Might just. Sleep good. Help yourself to anything in hte kitchen."




As it transpires, she does wake him in the morning, fresh from her shower. With coffee, even.

They end up both needing to take a second shower. Together.