She'd been convinced that Harrow was about to say no, and, when she says yes, for a moment, she isn't entirely sure what to do. She peels her t-shirt over her head, stands up and pushes her sweats down and then climbs into the tub in her shorts and bralette.

"I just wish I knew where I come from," she says, settling in the tub with her legs bent and her back against the enamel edge of the tub.