He opens his eyes and nods.

"Oh, uh...do you have any other stuff we need to get from somewhere?"

She shakes her head - she'd run with the clothes on her back and nothing else, even the clothes she was wearing felt like theft.

"Didn't have anything to take," she admits.

He nods.

"I know a couple good thrift stores. Shouldn't be too much to get you some clothes."

She shakes her head rapidly. "I- can't. Please. Not when m'not...helping."

"...how about if I find some stuff that doesn't fit me anymore?"

It feels wrong, to just give her that, but it's better than nothing at all.

It...it still feels like too much she'll owe him. But. It's better than him spending anything on her. She nods hesitantly. "I- please? Thank you?"

He nods.

"It's no problem. I've got an old phone lying around, too, if you want it...doesn't have a SIM or anything, but..."

She shakes her head. "S'fine. Don't need." (Why would she need one? She didn't have anyone to contact?)

"Hey, it's fine. It's just collecting dust in a drawer right now."

She looks up a little, confused. "I- don't have a use for it? No-no-one to call."

...they had her really sheltered. Does that mean she actually doesn't know what a boyfriend...no, he really, really hopes not.

"I mean, it's not just for calling people, it's for playing music and getting maps and–hang on, I'm going to go get it."

He hops off the couch and disappears briefly into another room.

She has no idea how to respond to that, so she just...stays still. Almost completely, barely even breathing, but her hands are twisting together in her lap, fingers being tugged at odd, painful looking angles.

He comes back shortly with a smallish but sleek-looking smartphone.

"...you okay?"

No. Obviously she's not.

She stills her hands, folding them together neatly. "I- yes?" she says, looking up not-quite-at him.

He puts the phone down in front of her.

"Have you, uh. Used a computer before?"

She shakes her head. "No, sir, sorry."

"No, it's okay..."

He has no idea how to teach this to someone.

He does turn on the phone in front of her, and apparently it holds a charge well, because it starts booting up in short order.

"This is...basically a handheld computer."

"O-okay?" she says quietly. "I- you- you don't...have to? S'fine?"

He shakes his head.

"Everybody should know this stuff. It's not a problem."

Some text comes up on the screen.

"O-okay," she says, staring blankly at the screen. (Is he expecting her to be able to read that? Her fingers are twisting together again.)

He was going to tap through to the next screen and help her set the thing up, but...something about the way she's looking at it makes him pause.

"...something wrong?"

"I-" she starts, shakes her head frantically. "No point. Won't- can't use it." Not if it needs her to read things.

"...do you know what it says?"

Oh, please, let them have at least taught her to read.

She flinches and shakes her head. "M'sorry. I- no point. Too stupid." (Not to mention the risk of her burning anything.)

...he stands up mechanically.

"Okay. Gonna be right back."

He leaves into his room.

From the noise that follows he is probably screaming into a pillow.