"Just get me some clothes and I'm yours for life, Boss." Barrows said, still grinning to himself over his own vindication. He gave his rifle one last look over and practically skipped out with the others.
I'll be honest here (BAD GM!) And say that I utterly forgot everyone was in their skivvies. Point well made, methinks, so I guess grabbing you lot some uniforms would probably be next on the menu.