After about half an hour, Aleksandra gets out with a frown, uncomfortable with the luxury. She wraps a towel around herself instead of springing for a silk robe, and she begins to read from a stack of books on the nightstand. When she looks up a few hours later, having finished a novel, she notices clean, pressed, and folded clothes on her bed. She sighs, reminiscing that that was her job. She was here due to unmerited kindness, and she was not going to throw that away. Her fingers trace the patterns on the silk, and wander the white shirt and trousers. Trousers, that’s new.