That much is easy, even if she has to let go again, raise her hands up, and help, grabbing handfuls of her shirt of the arm and shoulder-to-back part of it, to just pull it over her head and off. Just letting the thing fall wherever it ends up. The cold air of the small hotel room nipping at her skin. There's a small shiver, but it's hardly something she pays attention to, when she's reaching out and starting on the buttons of his shirt.