Laura didn't speak, and Sarah waited a full three minutes, on the off-chance that the silence would coax her into replying. She nodded to herself when nothing more was said, and squeezed Laura's shoulder ever-so slightly, before getting to her feet.

“I'll be back in a minute,” Sarah said, and left it at that; no orders, no suggestions. Nothing.

She left the door ajar as made her way back into the kitchen, taking out a set of clothing she'd picked up along the way. What Laura had on now was hardly substantial, and the clothes her future self owned hardly seemed—well, suitable. Sarah folded them over one arm, hoping they'd fit. She was fairly certain she didn't need anything more from her bag; and it was best to leave it there, anyway. Moving too much into the room at once might disrupt Laura further.

Pushing the door closed with a click behind her as she stepped back into the room, Sarah made sure to smile at Laura, even though she wasn't looking. She put the clothes down next to her, and gestured to the jeans and the sweatshirt.

“You can put those on, if you'd like. I thought you might be cold.”