Eliza returned to the room, raising an eyebrow when she saw the sock. “Thanks for that. I usually wait until at least the first date to go full frontal.” She said, shaking her head. “I honestly have no clue. When I found this place, I was in such a bad shape, I didn’t know what hemisphere I was in, I was hallucinating and everything. Since then, I haven’t cared enough to figure it out.” She admitted.<br/><br/>She circled him slowly, ignoring her slight embarrassment to make sure she didn’t miss a single inch of him, making sure he didn’t have any bites on him. “You’re lucky these healed right.” She noted, frowning when she saw the bullet-shaped scar. “You’re good, soldier boy. Here, some clean clothes. I can clean and try to fix up your uniform, if you want.” She offered, turning her back to him once again. She felt especially awkward with this man, she wasn’t sure why. “If you need any help finding your way around, let me know. I can help you find a place to stay, where to eat, anything you need.”