Garth'zel loosens his hold for in case Ezra's wriggling was a sign that he was ready to be let go. Then he sighs. "I think that washing them so as to accurately tell what sort of shape they're actually in is going to need to happen. Then we can decide what to do with them. Any that need a simple patch job, I can fix, more or less. Others may need to be consigned to the rag pile so one or the other of us has something to wipe his hands with after working on something messy in the ship."

"But I have the feeling you're going to be getting a few new clothes if not quite enough are salvageable."