[ Grell casts a questioning, fairly weary look over her shoulder. ]

That would be quite the burden on you, wouldn't it? I can't put that on your shoulders...

[ She slips the gown over her head, before dropping her skirt. With no clean undergarments, she's gone without them; she doesn't want to burden him with such a view, either! ]

Are you, ah-- regretting your arrangements?