Oh boy.  If Ms. Edwards didn't even remember that she's pregnant, how much could she possibly remember to fill out the forms.  Bernard is right that her father will throw a fit if she escorts some unknown woman to the hospital, but it looks like she might not be having any choice.  Grabbing the pile of clothes that he'd brought out, she carefully directs the woman towards the single toilet bathroom just down the hall.<br/><br/>"Alright honey, we need to get you dressed.  Can you handle it, or do you want my help?"  Jean takes the jeans off the top of the pile and unfolds them.  They'll be too long for the girl, and clearly the waist won't fit, but otherwise they look like they'll function.  A bit of rolling and allowing the shirt to hang long and she'll be significantly more decent.