[ If he were another assassin, she wouldn't have had a chance to even ask him whether he was one. This dawns on her as she stares at the stranger, holding his hands up in shock and panic. As he starts to peel his hoodie off, her defensive posture deflates even further. He's got to look away from her briefly to remove his hoodie... leaving himself blinded and completely vulnerable to her. Not to mention how hard he's trying not to stare at her body. Surely, no Westalia operative would do that, whether assassin or spy or someone else...

Yor hesitates another moment as she stares at the garment sitting on the sand, but she can't resist it now that she knows he isn't going to hurt her. With a gasp that's almost a sob, she stomps off the porch of the bungalow to snatch it up from the ground and hurriedly pull it around her shoulders. ]

Th...thank you! I'm sorry. Um, about throwing the chair! I'm so sorry, I was just... I don't know what's going on! I woke up in this little hut, and this watch on my Wrist started talking about being at a resort, but I don't know how I got here...!