(to advance the story)<br/><br/>Clara stumbles in the front door, trying to keep her blanket wrapped around her.  "Wow.  You still have outhouses here.  I miss home already."  She takes the clothes when offered and squeezes into them, bending over and (inadvertently?) showing her ass as she pulls on the shorts.  "I'll take moonshine too, thanks.  Is there somewhere we can lay down until help arrives?  I'm bushed".  Clara sips a little at a time, but finishes her shine.