[She glances to where he nods and then gets up to grab them and tug them on. She won't even bother with putting her panties on. Those'll fit just fine in a pocket.]

Yeah. I -- yeah, kinda. [She grabs her shirt, again not bothering with the formality of her bra, tugging it on and then moving back toward him.] I don't -- I don't do this. The whole... [She fumbles for the words, because it's really hard for her to just admit that she doesn't know how to be the girl that stays and sleeps next to the guy. That no one's ever needed that from her.]

I should just go. You gotta fence that painting... or whatever. [She does stop though and find one of those cheap ball point pens and pad of paper on the cheap desk. She jots her number down and her name on the sheet of paper.]