"My... my... inventory?" Kailassa asks, looking shyly down at her nightie and whatever she might be wearing beneath it, a touch of crimson flooding her cheeks as everyone else was apparently awake and active while she was having a good snooze.
"I... erm... I'm afraid I won't be of much help... what little I have is staying where it is. I'm sorry.
"Hey Mister? (Rogue Monk)... do you have a jacket or something I could borrow? I'm feeling awfully underdressed..."