He wouldn't have minded knowing it was her shirt. He'd worn a lot of genders' clothes for work.

"Thank you." Their fingers brushed again as he took the clothes. His thumb momentarily smoothed over hers—something maybe he should resist, or maybe the reassurance was something they both needed.

He ducked back into the lav to change and reemerged shortly, barefoot but otherwise clothed, holding the Imp trousers by one finger.

"Everything fits," he said, making a show of twisting around to show her. Some things were just a little tight, but the effect… wasn't unpleasant. "I hope whoever left without their pants isn't missing them."