Her face is still flaming and Rosie's quite certain she's a deeper shade of red than she's ever turned in her life, but she turns back around and--with no small amount of hesitation--uncovers her eyes. "I know I don't have to," she murmurs, looking at him, then away and back again. "But I can. I didn't mean to walk in on you in...well, like that."

For lack of anything else to do, she holds the bag of clothing out to him.