"Yeah, you would say that," Cathy says, laughing, though her accompanying smile is a genuine one. Even if he's just saying it to say it, even if he'd think so no matter what she was wearing or how put-together she was, that doesn't mean she enjoys hearing it any less, especially at a time like this. If that stays the case, maybe he'll keep looking at her and not anyone else. Maybe, just maybe, they can get through this. God, she has to hope. She's lost him once; she doesn't want to lose him again. "I at least want to brush my hair, freshen up a little."