"Please."

"Right. Will do. You coming or staying, Nat?"

"I'll come."

"Good. And I will find my promised shower." And she starts walking that way without waiting.

Eventually they reach said shower. It's a surprisingly nice looking block in the middle of the jungle.

"Tada!"

"Thank God," she says and—after figuring out how it works—gets the goo off.

There are also towels. 

Those are also very good.

"Feel better?"

"Still want clothes—for you, too, mister, don't think you're getting away free," she says, a towel wrapped around her body and her hands on her hips, "—but yes."

"Oh, you want me dressed?"

"Yes."

He creates a shroud of neon mist that covers what most people would consider objectionable. "Will this do for now?"

"...yeah, fine, I guess. Can you cover everyone else, too?" Carol rolls her eyes.

"You want covering, Carol?"

She shrugs. "Sure."

And the mist covers them all. It's less like clothes and more like cartoon censorship. Maurice studies the twins closely. "It's funny, you both have all the same thing but you use them differently. I guess Stan and Martin are the same, but I've known them so long they kinda look different in my head."

"Yes, that's how twins work," Claire explains patiently. "Say, are actual clothes gonna show up anytime soon?"

Meanwhile, Zaneta is waiting outside the small dojo Charles is enrolled in for his class to let out, not looking forward having to lecture Hannah again about breaking and entering.

Class: lets out.

Charles runs out ahead of his peers. "That was so awesome thank you thank you thank you!" he says before colliding bodily with Zaneta and attaching himself to her legs.

"You follow instruction?" she asks, firmly but gently.

He nods many times then detaches from her. "I did and I did good and I didn't hurt anyone and it was amazing!!!!!"

"Excellent. I'm sure your classmates didn't stand a chance."

He grins. "Come on let's go I wanna show Moira a thing I learned."

She... wishes to put off having to lecture Hannah again as much as possible. "So, skip ice cream?"

"...no, ice cream first, Moira later."