The notion makes her grimace, though it's a vague and light-hearted disapproval. No one should have to adjust to twenty years of fashion progression overnight; but honestly all she wants is something clean. (And, maybe, something proper to sleep in. Secretly, guiltily, she doesn't mind borrowing his shirt-- but the unspoken awkwardness of sleeping otherwise naked in his bed is something she could do without.)

"Just give me a few minutes to freshen up, I'll get dressed. Any chance of coffee?" she adds brightly, hoping the answer's yes but mostly hoping asking for something overtly will make them both feel less at sea.