[She sees the tenseness, though. Her smile softens into something understanding and apologetic, and she steps back, holding both hands up to say she won't grab him again.] Sorry, bunny. I got excited. But your clothes are pretty terrible from where I'm standing.

[And they remind her of Thomas, in a way, which makes her feel the first twinge of homesickness. Ridiculous. There is no reason to be homesick here. She forces the smile back onto her face.] We could get you something new, if you wanted.