Xaviers!

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

"I remember you tossing them that way."

"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.

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

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

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

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

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

She glances down at the jeans.

"...I stand corrected."

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

*** 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?