Daine frowns irritably, looking at him tipped-over like that. She informs him, "Odd's bobs! I'm not going to hurt you."

She starts to stand and the belated realization that two-leggers should really be clothed in company finally hits. With a hiss of annoyance she gets a piece of furniture between them for decency's sake. Maybe being like this isn't worth it, if she's going to have to think about finding something to wear ''every time''.