I've got that shitty t-shirt they gave me when I got here, but... ja. I'll borrow the tank top, if you're offering.

[And she'll probably return it in a way cleaner state than it was in when she received it?? She's a stickler for clean laundry.

She reaches out and pats his shoulder twice, with maybe a little more force than anyone in her shape should rightly be able to exert right now.]

You did good. With Keith. You're not used to this shit, huh?