When Jason didn't take the bag, she simply put it down on the nearest coffee or end table before she continued wandering about the living room, peering into the other areas of the house, half to acquaint herself with the space and half to see if anyone else was around. She turned back around toward Jason just in time to spy him putting a shirt back on from the corner of her eye - but she looked away again promptly.

"Not even a human hour? It's the middle of the day, Jay. It's definitely a human hour. Just not a zombie one."

After that quip she did manage to turn back to him, if only so she could offer a smirk. She did come back and sit next to him, though, and it wasn't until then that she could really tell how cramped this couch must be for him to be sleeping on.

"Are you gonna tell me how you busted your lip, or not?"