Jack smiled at the greetings, giving Evan a wink. Sam wasn't the only one to find humor in Betsy's question; Jack didn't laugh at least. She just smiled and pulled out the pale blue cotton shift.
"Night gown. Though I do gotta wonder if they'd do that. Put a formal in a camper's bag just to see what might happen to it. Some of that material is damn useful, or can be." Jack would survive a zombie apocalypse, even if she didn't care for living without motel amenities. Something told her the blond might be of the same, or perhaps she'd be more of a posh hotel sort.
"You can have it. Don't sleep in them." Jack tossed the blond the gown. She pulled out pants and shorts for the men. "I will probably hate myself if you can get those on comfortably. I'm not tiny, but no woman wants to see a man in her pants - and I don't mean the English version of underwear." She could be cultured-ish.
"No, no tarp, nothing that could be tent worthy. Think they'd throw that or a mosquito net in with all the other stuff. Any reason why y'all are members of the nude brigade?" She could come up with a few, but she'd rather hear it from them.