Once you're a bit steadier on your feet, you decide your best bet is getting Alexis to calm down a little. You hate to admit it, but the tiny woman frightens you. Hopefully you'll be able to get to her before her rage makes her decide to do something too drastic...
Your clothes are likely in the middle of a washing machine cycle, and you can't exactly go running out into the street completely naked. You use one of the towels in the bathroom to get yourself passably dry, then reluctantly begin searching the house for Alexis.
You soon find her sitting fully dressed in a pair of tight jeans, on the couch in the living room, eyes fixed straight ahead, and mouth set in a frown. Thanks to the layout of the house, she's also within a direct line of sight to the front door. You somehow doubt it's a coincidence...
She obviously sees you coming, but ignores you, not looking in your direction or speaking to you. You find yourself instinctively crouching a bit and using your hands to hide you delicate parts, though part of you wonders why you bother; Alexis has seen all there is to see by now.
"U-um..."
You start to speak, but you're not sure how best to approach her. |