"We've been together awhile," Sooraya said, looking at Sofia with a confused stare, holding one arm firmly across her chest and using her other hand to cover up what remained.

And then Jay started to talk. And now she remembered.

"Oh. Yes." She remembered the arguments. He tried to call everything off; she was stubborn and refused. "Well. Since we're here I don't think I'm going to stray very far from you. You're all that I know."

"And I know I'm naked," she said, a wry smile twisting her face, "but Stacy or whoever she is won't give me a damn towel."

That last part was directed at the ceiling.