[Honestly, the makeshift bedsheet toga is weirdly cute.

Not that Sheryl says that at the moment.] "Are there any" clothes? I mean, sure. They've got to exist somewhere here, right? We're not in nudist-land.

[She hopes they're not, at any rate.]

But sure, I can go find you something. Let me guess, you want something a little longer? [something occurs to her.] Huh, you've never had to worry about skirt length before, I bet.