Desmond was pretty aware of his surroundings, so it wasn't easy to sneak up on him, but he didn't really notice her at first. He blamed this situation. He was wet and exhausted and until she spoke, for an embarrassingly long moment, he thought Lucy? It was the hair, for sure, and it was crazy that for awhile every blonde head he saw reminded him of her, but he wasn't the most stable of guys lately. His brain felt like it was on fire a little at the moment from overuse and anxiety.

He suspiciously looked at her, because why was she offering him a coat, but ... fine. Desmond took it from her cautiously and did what she recommended, drying off his head and neck while keeping his eyes on her. It'd been a few weeks. He would eventually be less high strung. "They're the women who people mistook for goddesses. They're not. They're pains in the ass." That seemed like a good enough summary. They were extremely powerful, far beyond anything he could imagine, and they weren't even really alive or physically near him. They were far beyond human ability, and he hated them with every fiber of his being at the moment.

Desmond handed her back the jacket, which seemed weird since he'd just wiped himself with it, but it also seemed weird to keep what was clearly hers. He darted a look up at the sky and then back to her. "I don't know, you'd be surprised how often they end up showing up when you don't expect it." Or want it. He didn't have any of his knives on him. He just realized now that he was in new clothing, so focused he'd been on screaming at nothing.

"Shit, what is going on? Who took my clothes off?" Listen, that was a pretty important question, alright? This was really freaking him out.