"Rhovanion." He answered without hesitation, "But close enough." He'd been paying attention to the fact that she was loading what she'd been wearing into the machine, trying to determine whether or not it was something he should be concerned about, but considering that she only looked annoyed by it and not actively distressed, he decided to just roll with keeping calm for the time being.

"And yeah, I do." The book was tucked into his pocket and the basket between his feet got hoisted up into the chair as he rose, digging out both a laundry pod and a pair of sweats that could be spared for the greater good. He crossed over to hand her both, "They're clean, don't have to worry about that."

[ooc at the very least it probably won't go to shit right away?]