'Mister Preston'? Michael's head tilted but he otherwise said nothing to interrupt their disjointed exchange.
"No," was his response when he was being cued into the conversation, and it was a response to both questions. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to mind - her presence? Why would he mind that?
"Constance. Hello." Said with a smile and for some reason while Mr. Preston could unsettle and unnerve her in too many ways, this 'Michael' had a way of putting her at ease. Even if he was standing there butt-naked and- god, she felt ashamed enough for the three of them.
"I uhm... I..." Her throat had gone dry and she was still struggling to find the words. But they were patient and they waited for her to finish.
"Would- Would you... Sh-Should I... get... some clothes?"