The end result of that was, yes, Steph landing on her ass on the floor near the couch, still hastily attempting to reassure Vi. "No, it's okay, it's --

Kind of drafty in here... oh.

"Shit, my clothes," she blurted out, looking around for the clean laundry basket as she attempted to scramble to her feet.

And of course it was across the room, by her bed. Couldn't conveniently be within reach or anything.