Sharky also doesn't know if the shirt is his or not, because he didn't actually pack any of the clothes. What he does know is that there's an arm sticking through the door, which is both horrifying and also cool as hell???

"Holy shit," he says, and then grabs his shirt before she yanks her hand back. He totally wants to ask, but obviously, he's got more important things to worry about. "Uh... Y-Yeah, I can do that. You, uh... you want anything special?" His heart, maybe? On rye with a side of pickles?