Fight for the skirt

While every ounce of her being wanted to just flee to the car, Supergirl knew she wouldn't get far without her skirt.

Turning she looked at the red fabric hanging in the doorway and tugged at it, trying to pull it free, but finding it stuck far harder than she had expected.

Cursing she instead turned her attention to the door, pulling at the handle and finding that it wouldn't budge. The door wouldn't open, the skirt wouldn't come free. Panic was hitting her hard as every movement seemed to brush more cool air over her arse cheeks, reminding her of just how exposed she was just now.

She turned her attention back to the skirt, tugging at it with all her might.

That was when movement caught her eye. Looking through the small window in the door she could just about make out a figure walking towards the door, clearly aiming to head towards the stairwell.