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[Samantha McManus]

"Oh, aye." She chuckles as she pulls it off her muzzle.

"I remember you tossing them that way."

[Tereza Rozanov]

"Well, you weren't going to need them for a while and I wanted them out of the way," she laughs, laying her shirt out on the ground before she finds something else of hers and tosses it onto the shirt.

[Samantha McManus]

"Maybe next time I should wear something sturdier if you're going to be so cavalier with them."

[Tereza Rozanov]

"The only sturdier things I can think of are things I'd be more careful with," she chuckles.

[Samantha McManus]

"So leather would take the fun out of it?" She smirks.

[Tereza Rozanov]

"Would you want to end up with claw marks in your leather?"

[Samantha McManus]

"There aren't any claw marks in my..."

She glances down at the jeans.

"...I stand corrected."

[Tereza Rozanov]

"I'm not going to apologize for that," she smirks.

[Tereza Rozanov]

*** Insert clothing search and shenanigans montage ***

After they spend the next thirty minutes retrieving clothes, Tereza managed to get hers into a serviceable bundle after a couple of tries. She picks it up in her teeth and glances at Sam. I need to go check in at the med center, meet you for breakfast afterwards?