After searching around in her room for a good minute or so, Clare pulled out a red t-shirt that a friend had given her and, blushing, quickly changed into that, a pair of black and grey pajama pants with pockets, and fresh undergarments, which included a sports bra in case she ended up sleeping on the couch. Coming down to just above her ribcage (Her friend, bless their dear heart, thought that Clare should have some "party clothes"), the shirt said "anti-hero" in large white letters on it with the definition of the term beneath. ...Well, at least he's already seen my stomach, she thought, rubbing her arm and heading into the main room. "... Hi," she said, grinning.