Not yet

Zari clung to her clothes desperately, fumbling for a moment before she realised she could no longer really do up her jeans, holding them up with one hand and nervously waiting for the next pull from her ethereal stripper.

With wide, panicked eyes she glanced around the bridge. John was as cocky as ever, Nate seemed caught on 'wait, Eden?' while Ray seemed mostly sympathetic; Mick wasn't even disguising the fact he was staring at Zari and waiting for the entity to strike again. Sara at least did her best to hide her... interest behind a sympathetic expression.

"Ok, so what do we do?" Zari said, voice just a little higher and faster than usual.

"Did you miss the whole 'dawn of time' thing?" Constantine said. "This thing's as old as the bloody devil mate, no bargain basement exorcism's going to do the job, if it even can be exorcised and I have my doubts about that."

"What?!" that time, Zari did squeak.

"There are rumours," Constantine said. "A myth of a myth of some kind of beast; when all the animals were led before Adam, for him to name them, one refused. It never got grounded with a name, never took on any proper physical form because of that. Matches what we've got here. Add into that a fondness for the good old days of humans going around without-"

He was interrupted by another yelp as Zari struggled with her top. The buttons had yet again been undone, but this time it seemed to be actively held open, baring her bra to the bridge.

She stumbled, squirming and turning around on the spot, hoping she'd be able to face away from everyone, but only succeeding in giving the rest of the team a view.

And then it got worse; she felt her bra clasp undo, the spirit apparently not bothered by toying with things under her top. The cups of her bra slipped forwards, her frantic squirming with her shirt not helping matters, sliding down to reveal more and more skin.

Her cheeks burned furiously as Mick gave a small cheer as a glimpse of a nipple slipped into view. Sara took a distracted moment to look, before turning back to shush him.

Zari didn't notice the clinks of buttons from her top falling to the floor, threads connecting each one slowly undone or cut. She only noticed when, after far too long, she succeeded in once more drawing her top shut, panting and holding it closed over her by-now bare chest. Her bra sat uncomfortably below them.

She swallowed, almost too embarrassed to meet anyone's eyes.

"Ok, short version," Constantine said. "Seems more practical. I've got an inkling of what this thing is, and if it is that then it's going to take a lot more research and prep before we get rid of it, so you're going to have to wait it out. Any questions, or should I just stick around for the show?"

"You can't do anything?!" Zari said, eyes widening again.

She'd just shown off glimpses of basically all of her body, and he was telling her to just grin and bear it?

"Unless you have any experience with nameless beasts from the dawn of man you're not telling me about," Constantine said, a little impatiently.

"You're sure it's this thing?" Sara said.

"There's only a handful of things my little Eden alarm would react to," John said, waving the jar of dirt. "There's not much still around that it'd recognise. And of that stuff, believe me when I say we'd know if any of the rest were here. Ancient entities aren't generally known for being subtle."

Zari whimpered slightly, before biting her lip to silence herself, as she realised that there were no buttons to do up her top again. Still, nervously, she clutched it shut with one hand, her other returning to try and keep her jeans up.

This couldn't keep happening!

"Well, guess that's our cue to get going," Sara said. "Sooner we start, the sooner it's over with. Zari, want to, uh, stay in your room? We'll call you when we've got something."

Zari nodded mutely, still holding her clothes together. Tentatively she started moving, silently praying she didn't get exposed again before she left the room.