For some reason, despite how annoyed I am, she almost seems relaxed by that. At the very least, she's not put off by my gruffness. I should be thankful for that, right?

At the suggestion to take off the mask, I hesitate for a moment but then I figure since she knows where I live she knows what I look like, or could easily find out if she didn't already. Besides, I know what she looks like so it's only fair. Not that it has to be fair.

After pulling the mask off, I look over to see the armload of clothes she's bringing over. What the fuck? She has this huge pile of clothes and she goes to steal my shirt? What the fuck.

"You have all this, you don't need my shirt," I say. Even so, I'm picking through the clothes looking for something that would fit.