Kala had just vaulted to her feet when she realized he was not being attacked. Oh, for all of the stupid... The tentacles were. Applying clothing. She stood there, gaping like a fish for a moment and then let out a sigh.

"I am a gafting moron," she said under her breath, her pale gold eyes closing as she shook her head. "Just a moron." A tentacle poked her shoulder and she grumbled. "Fine. Put them on."

And there it was.

A suit. Of plantlike material. That pulsed. And she was clean, too, right to the tips of her hair.

"...ew," was her final comment on the matter.