[When she comes back, she's changed out of her other clothes into a pair of shorts and a dark hoodie with pink accents. Ai brushes her hair with one hand and holds a towel and clean comb with the other. The mini-heater floats behind her and the wire unravels and plugs itself into the wall. The light turns on to power on the heat, slowly filling the living room with a soft warmth.

She motions to him to sit giggling a bit at how soaked he turned out.]

Can you even notice if you're wet Connor? Here sit down and I'll fix your hair for you. I got a comb and everything.