"Yes, I went to sleep in my apartment and woke up... in this... room. I appear to be on some kind of grounded aircraft..."

He clutched the shirt more tightly to his chest.

"Oh uh.. let me try your suggestion about the bra..."

He searched for where he had left the bra on the bed, then held it up between his thumb and forefinger as though it were a diseased object. Spencer wrinkled his nose, his blush deepening.