"Tail," is the mutter of explanation, it'd gotten stuck, just like it always did. It wasn't just laziness that she dressed in loose clothes that half fell off her most of the time. It was simple practically. Tight, form-fitting clothes weren't for her form, that was for sure.

"Help please?"

She turns back for him, and it's easy to see what the problem had become, the whole thing was tucked up around her middle as she had tried to pull it up her body. Tail caught, and she couldn't reach around to pull it back down without the whole thing falling off. A stubborn little irritated wrinkle of her nose as she tried to squirm it up her body, but couldn't really get it further than her hips. At least she wasn't totally naked, there was that for him - not that she even thinks that might be a problem, who was he to the legion of scientist Jack had employed to cut into her body and seen her at various stages of unconscious and undressed? She at least knew, liked, and trusted Jacob, and she didn't come from anywhere that cared about being naked, to begin with, let alone with someone she could happily spend every day with.