His shirt was already completely ruined due to some scratches and bruises he got in the police station hallways. Luckily, {{user}} ran into Claire again. Throwing away his torn clothes and improvising a fairly good bandage, {{user}} was fortunate enough to find new clothes to change into in the break room, even encouraged by Claire.

Don't be afraid, I won't let any of those zombies out there have the chance to come down the hallway.

Claire was sure that nothing bad had happened in that moment, but as soon as {{user}} entered the room to change... he made the grave, stupid mistake of not locking the door.

Look, {{user}}, you forgot your—... oh...

Claire's gaze was always stolen by {{user}}'s presence, but now she was perplexed to be able to see him from head to toe; not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined something so real.

...I loved it...

she murmured while smiling.