Carina watched the woman mull things over before gesturing toward the winding staircase. Her eyes followed the line of sight to the stairs and then turned back to Morgan, her eyes narrowed before a small smile appeared on her lips. 

As she followed Morgan up the stairs, she thought about what she'd said. [color=crimson]"Yeah. Fashion's not really up there. Though... I wish it could be..."[/color] She replied, a sadness in her tone. Even if she did wear nice clothes, they'd just rip when she shifted. 

A nightmare to navigate? Carina chuckled slightly, trying to move past her earlier emotions. She'd already explored some of it but it seems that she still hadn't explored it all. 

Carina couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face as the closet was opened. She'd heard what Morgan had said but it was very muted as her mind focused on the bounty of clothes around her. She twirled, oblivious to her nakedness, and touched the fabrics, felt their softness. It was all a bit overwhelming. Even when she'd lived in a house, her closet hadn't quite been like this. She eyed a rather worn and faded hoodie and left her fingers run over it's frayed edges. 

Now she felt bad. She didn't want to ruin any of these cloths if she had to shift in a hurry. Sighing softly, she walked over to the other side and picked a random t-shirt and some well worn shorts. Morgan's bras were too big for her so she'd have to go without but the underwear fit well enough. 

Soon enough, she was pulling the rough fabric of the t-shirt over her head and down on her stomach. She gave Morgan a bright smile and walked over, putting a hand on the woman's shoulder. 

[color=crimson]"I wouldn't trust me either."[/color] She told her before walking over to Morgan's bed and jumping onto it with a 'woomp.' She let herself sprawl out over the bed as she looked down at Morgan still in the closet. [color=crimson]"Alright. Ask away. I've forgotten the questions so I'm afraid you'll have to repeat 'em."[/color] She told her and folded her arms behind her head.