Franz wasn't ready to follow the directions of a disembodied computer voice just yet. This finds him poking about, freshly showered, dressed in his brown suit... it doesn't seem quite right to wear the uniform since he has no idea where he is, though he's reconsidering the notion since he sticks out in such fine clothing. He's examining one of the grav couches nearby when a dark-haired girl slips right out. When he sees her struggling to her feet, he crouches near her, offering a hand up. He makes sure he's looking her in the eye, since it's far from appropriate to be chatting with naked girls in the best of times. Not that he even cares, but he tries his best not to do things that make girls upset or get him slapped.

"I think our belongings have turned up in the lockers over there... Here." Franz pulls off his jacket, offering it to her to put on.