[ Ramir could stop her, easily. She would barely even have to consciously do it. But that's not the vibe she's going for here, and she just watches Ainslie go like all this is totally normal, totally casual.

(And for a place like this, it kind of is.) ]

Yeah, there's a stipend. [ Probably better not to tell her it's based on a clone of Ainslie doing webcam work and sending over the earnings. That's all sorts of weird. ] But it's not enough to live on, so, better get job hunting.

[ She steps forward — past Ainslie, toward her abandoned jacket on its borrowed hanger. She pulls it on smoothly, and already she's headed for the bedroom door. ]

I'm gonna go get you some normal clothes. Then when you can step outta here not looking like a runaway bride or an escaped massage client, you're on your own.