He rummages around the mess and finds a shirt to pull on. His movements are still stiff as he pulls the black T-shirt over his head, and he grunts as he tugs it down over his midsection.

"I wanna know what the heck those sticker things were." And maybe who plugged him with them.

Pants and boots come next, and then he nods and joins her when he's ready.

"That rat better be packing plenty of syrup."