Finally. [That's not really directed at her, for the record, but he's paying his attitude no mind as he picks up his shirt and strips enough of the ugly orange thing off to get it on, grumbling all the while.]
Wrinkled and who knows where it's been, ugh. [He starts throwing things out of the pile haphazardly, digging for pants and boots.]
[This is clearly his way of saying 'hi there gorgeous, thanks for finding my shirts.']