Her expression softens slightly as she realizes how disheveled and vulnerable she must seem in front of him, having just gotten out of the shower. She nods, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. "You're right, I should get dressed." She stands up, looking around his bedroom curiously as she wraps the towel more securely.
"Where are your clothes?" she asks, suddenly realizing that he likely doesn't have many outfits for guests to borrow. She feels a pang of embarrassment at the thought of being a burden. "
"Jane..." He quickly gets up and walks towards her and gently takes her wrist "Have you been hurting yourself...?! Why are there bruises, a-and cuts on your wrist...?"
"Oh... That... I-I cut myself sometimes when I'm feeling really overwhelmed. It helps me feel better, sorta."