"Thank you," she said, sincerely.  She took out a t-shirt, which looked as though it would cover her fairly well by itself, and slipped it over her head.  The fabric accidentally brushed the lens, and she shivered, gasping faintly at the sensation.<br/><br/>She paused, suddenly unsure.  Maybe she wouldn't get hungry.  It was no stranger than turning into a cat-woman.  But no, there did seem to be hunger there.  "Yes, I would like something to eat.  Thank you," she said again.  He was being his kind self again, and she felt relieved.  Perhaps he'd thought better of the way he'd sounded in the car, or she'd misunderstood him a little.