"Okay then!" Claude says cheerfully, even though he's not exactly comfortable right now. But no point in increasing Dimitri's own, even more visible discomfort by acknowledging that. "One uniform and one trussed-up Rocket, coming up! You know, some people would pay for this sort of treatment..."

Dimitri just hears rustling behind him for the next few minutes, along with the occasional mutter from Claude about nothing in particular. Claude's not thrilled about this, but at least he can be efficient. It's really not a lot of time at all before he's speaking again. "Okay, I have the uniform, and she's tied up. Now we're just waiting on something more disposable to cover her with. She's decent for now, though."

In the interim, Claude's taken off his cloak and draped it over her. He doesn't want to leave that with her, however; he might never get it back.