Jemma thought for a second about protesting, saying it wasn't necessary. They ought not be awkward about being undressed around each other. Who knew, they may actually enjoy the thought one day, after they'd had the time to know each other. But she refrained. The offer was a kind one. It gave her the chance to not look a fool as she made her way out of the dress and fished dozens of pins out of her hair.

So she just nodded, and waited for him to disappear before heaving a sigh and undressing as quickly as she could manage. Which, really, wasn't very quickly at all. The dress came fairly easily and she was able to step out of it, leaving her shoes in the centre of the heap of fabric, but her stockings caused her more problems. She would never understand things like garters, and rather than something sensible she'd been dressed in ones that ended at her thighs and had needed to be taped in place.

Her hair caused her as much trouble, dropping at least half the pins she found, and pretty sure she hadn't gotten them all.

Dressing again was much quicker, though Jemma wasn't certain the silk shorts and camisole that fit a little too tightly around her bust that were in her box really counted as pyjamas, and as she finished she called out, moving to sit comfortably on the end of the bed.