I do. I don't always dress like this, believe it or not. [ A vague wave to her own now-grubby and dusty dress, heavy with sand and grit. With a thoughtful click of her tongue: ] Ugh. I should do a load of laundry anyway. I can get you a shirt and we can toss all of our stuff in the wash at once.

[ Starting to sound a little more brisk now, again, as she starts organising the world back into its to-do lists, items to tackle, next steps. Despite the fact that she only just sat down, Anathema's back on her feet again, carrying her mug and starting to head upstairs. ]

Thanks for— picking me up. It'd have taken me ages to get home by myself.