She knew about wet clothes, more than once she was forced to sleep in them and it sucked. Emily was smart though, she had brought a stash Of her clothes to the face so she could change and be comfortable and dry here. She wrinkled her nose when be mentioned Martha Stewart, "Just imagine if Martha got stuck out here. She's probably have a four star hotel erected out I the trees in three days." Then Emily motioned to a small pit in the cave with some broken wood next to it. "That's the fireplace so to speak, feel free to start it up. I use those two rocks there to ignite it. That is unless you have a lighter of some sort on you." Emily then paused for a moment. "I'll give you some privacy to change, I'll be back there, I have my clothes in the 'bedroom'." Emily giggled and after pointing to the back part of the cave, she moved away from him, to the darkest part of the cave. She was in the shadows now, but if he looked, he could most likely make out her silhouette.<br/><br/>Emily slowly took off her wet clothes and laid them over a rock. She then found another pair of her tattered shorts and a very worn shirt. She didn't wear underwear any longer, she just didn't see the point, it's not like she had to be 'proper' on the island. She stayed back watching him. She would wait until he was dressed to come back to him. She just wanted to make sure he was comfortable around her. She had made a connection with him, and she didn't want to break that, not for anything in the world.