[That might have made her smile, actually, but she didn't say anything about it when he arrived at her door. Granted, she had forgone the suit (her poor suit) and put her robe on, but she really would have preferred... not to be Jarod, however you sliced it. She opened the door quickly, and her room was a bit of a wreck now, the only men's clothing she'd had was Tommy's shirt and there was no fucking way that was going to be touching Jarod's skin.]