He watches, a confused and horrified grimace on his face as fabric rips under her ministrations. He's not sure what she's doing, but he is concerned by what he sees.

"Are you hungry?" He has to ask, tone as amused as it is perplexed. "Or is that the fashion on Pandora? Get your best friend to gnaw your clothes?"

As he speaks, he holds out the stuff he picked for her, so she can inspect it herself. Hopefully it works with her tail and legs.

"I'm ready. If you are."