Just jump it.

People are going to figure it out, anyway, you take a few steps back and leap the perfect amount, executing a perfect three-point landing on the other side. A child looks over at you, and you put your finger to your lips. No use, of course, he pulls on the woman you assume to be his mother’s shirt and says something while pointing at you. You then remember your nakedness, and you feel your face turn bright red, and immediately hope this lady gives you a chance to explain yourself. You compose your thoughts and prepare yourself to speak.