"N-no, that's fine!" Pearl waves her hands in front of her, feeling every drop of blood she just drank rush up to her face. "I mean, this is your home, you're well within your right to dress... or-- or undress, as you see fit."

God, this is embarrassing. Yet... at the same time, there's something strangely comforting about it. Embarrassing herself is something Pearl is well-familiar with -- and that familiarity, alongside the sheer ridiculousness of this current situation, almost makes her feel a little human.

If only one glance down didn't remind her of the living creature she had killed and then sucked dry.

Pearl swallows against the bile climbing up her throat. "What should I... do with it?"