It didn't bother her in the slightest that he watched with such a critical eye while she dressed - she knew it was for the uniform and not her person, understanding that he was checking for any potential flaws in the construction of her new garments. When he gave her that smile and the words of approval, though, she couldn't help but feel so incredibly relieved.

She should have known he would have thought of everything, including ties for her hair since her old ones were likely long gone back on Atlantis. Having him fix her hair, combing through it with his fingers, helped her to more fully relax; there was just something about him touching her that settled her spirit.

The pockets were useful, though she didn't know if she'd ever use the hidden one in her sleeve, but she did immediately fold her gloves into one of the others. It was just the two of them for now, and she felt secure enough in her own bearing to walk around with gloves so long as she wasn't directly interacting with any of the rest of the crew.

Her vision blurred as tears stung at her eyes as he explained about the transmitter. She knew the others had them implanted, but he hadn't even proposed that idea to her, for which she was so grateful. Yet he had still made the effort to make sure she had one in case the need ever arose. In case she went missing again, if something happened and she was separated from the others. She wouldn't be left alone like before.

"Thank you, Todd," she said in a voice that was barely stronger than a whisper. "Thank you so much. For everything."