It was a combination of his startled curse and the look he's staring at her with and the entire ridiculousness of this situation that finally breaks through her own stunned surprise. And then her reaction is to promptly bury her face against the carpet and begin to laugh, unabashed and unrestrained, just genuine amusement let loose.

When he holds out his jacket to her, she glances up, tears in her eyes from the laughter, and mirth still lingering still, because he looks so very horrified. Very carefully, so she doesn't traumatize him further, she frees a hand to take the jacket, which is fortunately big enough on her to hide just about everything important.

"Thank you," she manages, stifling the uncharacteristic urge to giggle, despite the look on his face still tempting her to go off again. "And I should be the one apologizing. I usually have a little more warning than that."