"Eric, Jack...one of you give me your shirt." She looks over the clothing, sighing, though almost thankful she has the unitard on.  It'd be harder to just rip off of her in this manner, and it's not as if she's going to get peeled out of the thing.  Although she does, absent mindedly, zip up her leather jacket.  She thinks about giving the jacket to Stephanie, but mostly she's more concerned about getting the girl covered.  And this elastic-at-the-waist isn't going to cut it in covering her up.  "We're going to need to make a pitstop at the clothing store, and possibly find some floodlights somewhere.  I want to have them on standby in case that faceless creep comes back." Planning.  It's her defense mechanism, clearly.  Faced down with the very real possibility that she could be taken away and raped like this, or killed, or eaten alive.  Yeah, that's where her mind shuts off from thinking of worst-possible-scenario and starts thinking of ways to prevent it.