If Metody had woken up naked in a strange place, the echoes of the enraged panicking would still be reverberating in that little metal room.

She blinks at him, then laughs, plucking at the edge of the blanket. She is more than willing to dodge their looming mutual emotional breakdowns by goofing around. She's not being silly for her own sake. It's all for him.

Really.

"And what a wonderful cape it is! It looks very snuggly. Golly, do I get a tiara if I find you a pair of pants? Because I could use a tiara."