"But it's okay," she murmured, with a little frown, wriggling out of her clothes. She didn't want him to be upset about it. She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it easily over her head, stepping forward to run her fingers through his hair soothingly. "Even if Adam can't help you, wrinkles probably has files on your old life," she smiled reassuringly. Obviously though, Adam was Plan A. And it would be a whole lot more fun.