"Yeah, well."

Another shrug, but Lantar doesn't add anything else to the matter. There's a hissing, seething little part of him coiled under the blood soaked memories of Omega that's pretty sure loneliness was the least of what he deserves.

That's not the kind of shit you air out to people though- doubly so when everything you do and every word you say was being monitored. Triply so considering Aloy had problems of her own to sort out.

"If you're feeling good enough to leave, just go to the front desk and tell 'em." As he talks, he rummages through the box, picking out shirts that looked like they're fit her. "They'll be too stressed out to tell you 'no'. Everyone's pretty overworked with all the new patients to look after. You'll get your house keys and stuff from the Sheriff's and there's a map of the town near the front of the station."

There's a blue sequinned party shirt, a parrot-print, red Hawaiian button up and a grey band tank with a Backstreet Boys album cover on it. Lantar holds them up for her too.

"Fancy any one of these? If not, there's a couple others in there, but they're some sizes up."