Harlan looked to Shaw and Dannie. Miss blue-eyes seemed awfully keen to be part of Shaw's plan. He wondered what her reasons were, perhaps they were the same as Shaw's. For Harlan's part, his complicity was merely a matter of self-preservation. He had no idea where he was or who his kidnappers were. Plus whatever had attacked them was still at large outside. It would perhaps only be marginally safer inside, but at least he'd not be left to his own devices.<br/><br/>When Dannie mentioned the clothes his facial expression was one of mock hurt. "Don't you like the skintight body suit? Personally, I thought spandex suited me and you don't look like the type to be turned on by combat fatigues. Ah well, if you insist."<br/><br/>He stripped off in front of the pair, revealing a slightly too lean figure to match his boyish face and ginger hair. His whole aspect would have screamed weedy nerd were it not for the fact that there was obvious muscle tone underneath the surface of his pale skin, and his bright eyes and cheerful grin hinted at a more dangerous personality than he was letting on to.<br/><br/>Leaving the truck, Harlan approached one of the less mangled corpses and began relieving it of it's clothes. They almost fit but were  perhaps a bit baggy in places and he had to do the belt up real tight to prevent the pants falling down.<br/><br/>He returned to Shaw and Dannie and struck a mock model pose. "Whatdya think? Combat's in fashion now?"<br/><br/>It was at that point that Dannie mentioned getting some rest. "Not a bad idea", he replied, "except there's a distinct lack of places to sleep as far as I can see, not to mention the fact that whatever attacked us is still out there. Somebody's gonna gonna need to keep watch at least".