Roze rolled her eyes once more, but couldn't help giving a begrudging grin to Elijah's jokes. She supposed it was better than being stuck with someone who didn't have any sense of humour.
"Might as well make the most of the situation." She muttered under her breath as she slipped the t-shirt on. It was a little small, riding up and showing off a swathe of tanned midriff, a few pale scars peeking up from her waistline from minor incursions in the past. Deciding that the shorts she had hastily picked up would be far comfier than the jeans, she slipped them on, glancing up as she heard the front door suddenly cut off Elijah's laughter.

Leaving the bathroom, she took her time looking over the place. It wasn't that bad - not that she was expecting him to live in an abandoned mental asylum or anything. No, it looked okay. Living room, bathroom, kitchen.
Turning back to Elijah as he entered, Roze offered up a slightly more sincere smile for him.
"Hope you've got some form of alchohol in this here home of yours, my fiery friend." She said, raising her eyebrows hopefully.