Sarah eyes him suspiciously, fumbling through the pockets of her pajamas as if she's going to find something there, but there's nothing. All she has is the terrifying realization that she doesn't know where she is, she's probably going to miss her shift, and she doesn't know if she should trust him. She tries to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of standing there in her worst clothes in front of an attractive guy.

She wrings out the t-shirt and tries to determine whether he's lying or not. "What's my last name, then?" she demands, avoiding eye contact.