"Thanks," Chrissy says again, lingering where she is for a moment before she gets to her feet, neatly setting the blanket and the envelope bearing her name aside. All of this should probably feel more awkward than it does, really. He's right, after all. Back in Hawkins, he would have faced hell for this, and she would have, too, despite how innocent it really is. She needs help, and he's providing it, again. Maybe it's unusual for that help to be a shirt to sleep in and a place to stay for the night, but it's not as if she could have known that she would die and wake up in an entirely different world. It didn't exactly give her a chance to pack a bag.

A little shy about it, she follows him a few seconds later, hanging back by the doorway, even as she reaches out for the shirt he's found. "I'm just gonna —"

With a tilt of her head, she gestures toward the bathroom, giving him a small but earnest smile as she does. "I want to get cleaned up a little, too."