"No."

It's a little more immediate than it should be, and she grimaces, hauls down on the spike of fear that had come out of nowhere. "No, it's fine. I can wear this for a few more hours in the morning."

She can't wait to get out of these clothes, the ones that are too warm for Berlin at this time of year, the ones she'd been wearing in the cryo chamber and all the way home again, but she prefers it to him leaving. Logically, she knows her apartment is safe now – there would be no reason for Zemo to booby-trap it and he, the infiltrator, is in custody –

But she still doesn't like the idea. "But a shower and a robe sound like a great idea."