"Yusuf... Yusuf Zuck, we really don't have any large clothes at home. I could only find a bath towel, so wrap yourself with the bath towel after you come out." After Miles O'Brien made ginger soup, she looked around the closet, but since there really were no men's clothes at home, she had to settle for a large bath towel and placed it by the door.
"Okay, got it." Yusuf Zuck was almost done showering by then. He was just rinsing off the bad luck and sweat smell, and generally, men take much less time to bathe and wash up than women!
Miles O'Brien turned and headed back to the kitchen, but she seemed a little unsteady, reeling as if she was about to collapse.
After all, she'd just sobered up from drinking too much, hadn't slept the night before, and then had a cold shower, so with all three things hitting her at once, her eyelids began to fight each other. She felt tired, sleepy, and cold, and her whole brain was foggy.