"I...I..." She was overwhelmed, having trouble speaking. She held the towel tight to herself, taking the clothing gratefully. She stripped out of her wet things and put on the clothes. It was odd to be wearing pants, especially ones that were too short. She was slim, but tall, and so the captain's clothing didn't fit particularly well; the pants were half way up her calves, the tunic bared her tunic and forearms, and was tight through the chest. It was better than being soaked, though.<br/><br/>She used the spare towel to begin drying off her hair. "I...My name is Gwen. Gwenyth Dalira," she managed. She held the towel in her hands. "I don't remember anything else, not really." She put a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "I think I was attacked or something. Maybe I---I fell into the sea?" She frowned, deep in thought. "I don't remember. My mind is all....blurry. It feels like someone stuffed my head with cotton..."