"Who-who whatnow?" Sloth looked around, and then shrugged. Yeah maybe she'd been wearing them, maybe she'd spilled half a glass of Pepsi down one of the legs and just left them in a pile instead of washing them, what was it to her? Fuck, they were just pants, she needed to calm her tits. So she just grunted and shrugged, glancing across at Scott to see what he'd do.