Yes (Mongrel jumped the wall)

With but a hop and a swipe of her hand Hannah had retrieved her lost skirt. It was frayed on the bottom hem and had a long vertical tear, but the band was still good and the fabric was all there. She bent down to slide her legs in before pulling it up to her waist with the tear to one side. Her increased height made the bottom edge ride higher on her leg than it used to. Still, it did the job.

Next came her upper body.

Her jacket, blouse and bra had all been torn, singed with lightning, blasted to pieces and subsequently burned in a garage fire. Another option was to go back to take a shirt from one of the thugs, but she'd never make it there in time. The lights of fire trucks and police cars were clearly visible in the plume of smoke coming from the other side of the wall. She looked again to her amplified bosom and had an idea.

One minute later Hannah stepped into the light of a streetlamp on her walk home. She had pulled her neon blue hair forward and let it tumble down her chest. It was finally long enough to cover her tits.