"Oh --" she gets up, making a curious face. "Hang on just a second!" Blue casts around and finally pulls on a tank top, resettling the blanket around her shoulders.

"Since when do you knock on the door," she asks with a smile, as she opens it, and then looks at Noah. There's something distinctly different about him.

"You're wearing different clothes," she says out loud, confused. This close to getting back from the other Darrow, the tiny off-ness of the normal routine startles her, a little, and she furrows her brow, stepping in.