He joined her in the kitchen a few minutes later, wearing Peter's face and the least offensive of the junior boy scout's clothing, and allowed her a thoughtful glance. He turned towards the refrigerator when he found whatever it was he'd been looking for and pulled it open, rooting around inside.

"Angela's clothes might fit you, if you wanted to take a shower," he called over his shoulder. They'd be a little big on her, but that was better than too small, he supposed. Or being stuck in bloody clothing while he searched for something to eat. Which, speaking of, "You should eat something, too. It helps."