[A few minutes and about a dozen mental-pep-talks later, Ion comes back holding the article of clothing in a manner far more suited for how one would hold a bomb. He's not sure whether Arietta is embarrassed or not, but he certainly is.]
A-Arietta? I've brought you what you needed... [...] Should I... hand them to you through the door?
[Voice]
A-Arietta? I've brought you what you needed... [...] Should I... hand them to you through the door?