[He stops. And he stares. It's not like he wants to stare, either, but he feels absolutely compelled to because he was pretty sure she wasn't in her underwear when she stepped through that door.]
...Put your clothes back on, woman; I'm not interested.
[Raikov's so taken off guard that it's the first thing he can think of.]
no subject
...Put your clothes back on, woman; I'm not interested.
[Raikov's so taken off guard that it's the first thing he can think of.]