Jille follows more slowly. She's still wearing the clothes she'd come here in. Jack's been sharing a little, but between her tits and the weight she'd gained, she's bigger than him, and this girl, so she can't exactly wear those clothes longterm. So she just changes back into the pajamas she'd arrived in.

Once at the window, she leans close, and reaches to run her fingers along the sill.

"No chains," she notes.