"It's all right." Verity nodded, lifting the shirts and expertly flipping them over without unfolding any of them. "I can't tell you the number of times this happens in a day. I think I'm re-organizing these every hour on the hour. If not more." She set them down and then turned to him.
"Oh, we've got a ton of zombie T's. Here." She moved over to another stack and dug through, finding a funny one. "This one's new."