The first thing she intended to do was find something to clothe herself in.  Moving over to the packs, she knelt and bent to search them, her bare bottom raised into the air.  Kahlil was unaware of the sight she presented with her dirty nude body bent over in such a manner.  All she was thinking about was getting it covered and quickly.  She was also thanking the gods that the drow had not proved to be overtly lascivious.  Aside from the rude clasp of black hand upon her buttock, anchoring her there against his shoulder, he'd made no attempt to seduce or rape her.  It would be better to keep it that way.