"Someone," He points out, equably, as he rounds the island, "Stole all my clothes. Can't imagine who would do something like that. And you've certainly been busy."

He's not quite as self-confident naked as she is, but at this point she's seen all of his human imperfections. The effort it would take to figure out where, exactly, the clothes have disappeared off to would be more than its really worth.

"Don't suppose those rats have brought up my field kit?" The exhaustion has been pushed at bay, but he feels he could use a dose of terakine, just about now.