When Doc returns from his shower, his hair still how it was when he went in, but he's cleaned and changed into more comfortable clothes (a long sleeved cotton shirt and sweatpants) and his feet are bare.

He notices she's asleep on the couch and folds his clothes, putting them aside quietly, eyes on her. He notices the orange crane moved ever-so-slightly, and his eyes focus on it a moment before he glances back at her.

"Y'are gonna kill your neck sleepin' on that couch," he mutters, to himself, before he walks over and tries to figure out just how light she's sleeping.

(Because he's so going to pick her up and put her in bed.)