The kitchen didn't have much to it either, though he was able to find a couple of somewhat clean (by a sniff test) towels and of all things, a bottle of wine somebody had forgotten in a bottom cabinet. It would do, he supposed, to get them through until the storm quieted.

The squeak upon his re-entry to the main room had him jumping, nearly dropping the bottle in his hand and he immediately turned away from Miss MacFusty at her request. Laughing to himself, despite how it could be taken, Eugene set the wine aside and began using one of the towels to dry off his hair.

"My apologies, He chuckled. "But if it makes you feel any better, I have four sisters, there is not much I haven't seen in the ways of women's undergarments." Not that made it any more proper, but he did hope it helped lighten the mood. Not to mention she had seen him in some state of undress on more than one occasion.