She keeps her focus resolutely on the clothes in front of her, taking a few different things off the hangers and the shelf above and doing her best not to listen to the faint, occasional sounds of Neil undressing and beginning to puzzle out the undergarments. They shouldn't be this ridiculous about it, not after all their joking asides about headphones and loud music or Rosie's laughing refusal to make enough breakfast for three unless he's really someone fantastic, but this isn't like anything they've joked about before.

She was so tired of Darrow playing havoc with everything.

She hears him struggling, then squeak out that halting, embarrassed bit of information, and can't help wincing briefly before she turns around. "Oh goodness, okay," she says, catching a glimpse of him slim and red-faced and awkward before she glances carefully down at the floor. "I can...I'll try and help. Is it...does it not fit, or you just can't work the clasp?"