No, but she's got bigger problems.

She saw a man walk past her hiding spot, without noticing the open door. Even if he had, the dark setting of the room shielded Jessica from anyone's sight. Even so, Jessica shimmied as far back as she could into the closet. She squatted in a corner least visible from the outside.

The small supply closet had one lightbulb dangling above her head. Next to her were cardboard boxes filled with various labelled goods. Closest to the door was the janitorial supplies, such as buckets and spare mops. Lining the back wall of the closet were wire rack shelves filled with miscellaneous supplies and books.

During her hasty escape, Jessica failed to notice these, especially some of their jagged edges on the shelves She also did not feel a tiny edge of her thong be caught on one of these sharp coils. It was when she stood up from her huddled position that she heard the sound of fabric being pulled apart. She yelped and unhooked her panties from whatever it was caught on. She found no visible tears but when she stood up, the thong immediately wanted to slide down her legs. The elastic had snapped when she suddenly stood up.

Luckily, (other than the first person which she hid from) no other visitor came from the elevator or the hallway. This left Jessica free to wander around the halls. However, she became increasingly frustrated with the loud clacking of her heels and her thong sliding off of her. Managing the noise and periodically pulling up her underwear after a few steps left Jessica walking at a very slow pace. Could she get to safety and find spare clothes at this rate? She then had the idea of abandoning her remaining clothes, while she was near the supply closet. She was very tempted; bare feet would muffle her sneaking around much better, and losing her panties would give her legs more freedom... though, she realized this would leave her stark naked.