"A'right."

Sweeney shifts to push himself up. He brushes off his trousers and tussles his hair, loosening most of the grass he'd accumulated.

His first stop is to scoop up the dress, bundling it and sending it promptly to the Hoard. The next is his button-down and jacket. He slides the jacket over his bare shoulders and holds out the shirt to her in offering before collecting his tank.