Get the shaving done.

You walk into your room, and you and Doe put down your bags. You get out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and look over at Doe. You see her frantically pulling things out of her bags.

"What's wrong?" you ask, a bit concerned.

"I don't have any pajamas! I can't believe I forgot them! I always sleep naked at home and I guess I thought that I would just sleep in my underwear, but now that's not allowed..." Her voice trails off and she looks worried.

Trying to comfort Doe and take her mind off it, you quickly say, "I guess that's fine, don't worry. Anyway, we need to get washed up and showered before we do anything, right?"

She still looks mortified, but after a few seconds calms down. "First things, first." says Doe, "Let's get that shaving done."

She rummages through her baggage and emerges with an electric razor. "No cuts or nicks, and no shaving cream!" she says, a bit too cheerfully. You suspect she is nervous and trying to hide it. "Now off with your shirt John!"