Lynette shrinks while holding her own hands. MarKus is going to kill her. Or ask her over.

"Don't mention it..." Spoken both as a courtesy and an honest to God 'don't rat us out to our CO and to your lucky boyfriend'. She delicately covers Shirley with the sheets before she puts a glass of water on the table beside her. She's going to need it.

"Sleep well, Shirley."