"I feel like it's the sort of thing that probably happens on a semi-regular basis," she mused. Not only were there Flights, whether gold or green, there were Candidates and assorted others who fell in a rather
dare-prone age range. And there was the matter of gambling and lost bets, as well...
Catching her shirt, Nashwa shook it out a bit before pulling it on, and leaned over to snag her pants. Getting into those took some wriggling, since everything had gotten a bit damp in addition to sandy. "That would have been poor planning," she agreed with a grin, "And quite a throw, besides." Obviously they'd had greater priorities than 'who can throw their clothes the farthest.'