Aly nods and goes for the closet. None of this is really her style, but she takes a couple of things that she thinks might look okay, and heads to the bathroom. After a quick shower (cold at first, for the shock, and then warm because COLD SHOWERS SUCK), she gets dressed and feels human again. As much as she hates folding, she folds her old clothes. Yeesh. She really did sweat through them. Time to find a washing machine.