"You love a mystery, though," says Alex who is, in fact, wearing one of his t-shirts now, along with a faded pair of sweats and a beat up pair of sneakers of her own. "I would have thought you'd be all over that." Sitting on the floor, she levers open the can of paint and pours some into a roller tray before she holds out her hands, wiggling her fingers as she waits for him to help haul her onto her feet.