"I'm okay," she says again, but then she stops, and she opens her mouth, and then closes it, and then--

"I need a dress." She doesn't ask him for it, doesn't say she needs his help getting a dress, but just that she needed a dress, because the whole goth-surburban-housewife yoga pants was not working for her. "And shoes." She's watching him, and maybe she looks a little wary, maybe she is a little wary. She doesn't want to be in debt to him, she doesn't want him to think she owes him, but he's the only person she knows who's been here for a while, and he has normal clothes, which, by the way, she'd not returned and had no plans to.