Dinah laughs as she throws the sodddn curtain onto the roof.  "No shit, night vision?!"  she calls to Kristie, laughing still-- something of the exhaustion from the days of hiking mingled with the relief of the rain leaves her feeling elated, free... the world outside forgotten, she shakes her head and breathes a deep sigh of something like happiness and desperation.  "Okay-- tthe rain may not last, so, I'm taking advantage too, damnit."  she crouches to unlace her boots.  "Just don't get the wrong idea, cowboy."<br/><br/>She steps out of her boots and tosses them back to the store, then unzips her jeans-- now that they're wet and clinging, she has to wriggle a bit to slide them from her hips, then step out  of them to peel off her socks before standing straight.  Beneath, she's wearing plain black cotton panties, as illuminated by a flash of lightning some mile or two away... the runner's physique she's maintained out of necessity of late, but prior to that out of discipline, shows in her toned lower body and slender, compact build.  The bikini-cut briefs are, clearly, nothing terribly special.  She lifts her shirt next-- it was already clinging like paint to her skin, and beneath is a modest black sports-bra, cupless, that covers what little modesty one can have while soaking wet in a rainstorm-- small breasts, youthful and healthy, respond to the light chill of water in a way that catches her breath in her throat.<br/><br/>She retains her composure, stowing-- without even having to think twice-- any reservations she had a moment before.  She walks up to Jake, hand out.  "Mind if I borrow the soap?"