This is all the furniture there was. Except - [She nods over to the workstation tables and a couple of steel-framed office chairs.] This was my workplace, not my home, but I slept here every so often so I suppose it counted.

[She finally manages to get her bra hooked and steps into her jeans, bending over to pull them up.]

I suppose I ought to bring it up with Jesse, but...

[She just trails off, because the best she can offer is 'that would involve talking to Jesse'.]