To Pepper's dismay, most of her toiletries are still taking up space in Tony's bathroom back at the tower -- she hadn't had the state of mind to think of grabbing them before leaving. Neither is she completely happy with the choices of sleepwear left in her bag, but the things she'd been wearing when the attack happened are now hopelessly wrinkled and dirtied. Finishing drying her hair, she desperately wishes she had a proper brush on her, running her fingers through the worst tangles and smoothing down the strands; it's not all that bad, thankfully. With a slight wince, she slips on the snug tank top and cotton shorts -- very comfortable, but she would have preferred something that covered a bit more. Oh, well. It's not like Tony hasn't seen women in less, before, and she's just too tired to care now. Stepping out of the bathroom, Pepper can't help but smile just a little at the sight of Tony already in bed.
"Tired?" she asks sympathetically, grabbing the cart of food and wheeling it out of the door and into the hallway. She'd rather not attempt sleep with the sweet smell of stale fries next to her.
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Date: 2016-08-30 05:57 pm (UTC)"Tired?" she asks sympathetically, grabbing the cart of food and wheeling it out of the door and into the hallway. She'd rather not attempt sleep with the sweet smell of stale fries next to her.