Jenny was reading the time on her own phone at the same time, looking up just long enough to catch the bra. "It's fine, it's only like a five minute walk to my house from the station--" she began, sliding her arms into the bra and pulling it up, fumbling around to try to latch it with shaking hands. She pulled her panties up from her ankle, and then leaned over to grab her jeans.

"But I don't want to yet," she admitted, as she began to try to squirm back into her pants. Her hair probably looked ridiculously mussed, but she didn't have time to fix that up.