Oh thank fuck, Erika never thought she would be so glad to see a bigass pile of clothes. But, you know, being stuck with basically just the work clothes she was wearing when she showed up here would, in fact, do that.

She digs through the assortment to pick a few things out, giving almost everything at least a brief look, and gradually picking out a couple pairs of shorts and a few tops of varying tastefulness.

Then she pauses to examine one top a little more closely, squinting. “...That seems a bit much for this whole island survival deal, huh.”