Answers... sort of

That was when Constantine pulled a jar of dirt out of his jacket. Sara blinked.

"Excuse me?" she said.

"You saw my collection," John said. "Supernatural paraphenalia, tools, tricks, artefacts, then things like this. Think of it as an early warning system for the really bad stuff. Comes from a little spot in Iran, just outside the Garden of Eden, and-"

"Sorry, the what now?" Sara said.

"Eden. Garden of," John said.

"That's a thing?"

"Do you want the philosophical discussion or the answers?" John said. "I'll happily wait around for your lovely friend there to lose her clothes again either way."

Zari's cheeks burned. After a moment John continued.

"It's a simple charm, makes it react to whatever's familiar to it," John said. "Look."

He shook the jar. Zari was about to ask what he was on about before she saw it; the grains of dirt were falling just a little too slowly, catching in the air. There was definitely something odd.

Nervously she kept one hand holding her top together, and her other desperately holding her jeans up. There was definitely something weird happening.

"Ok," Sara said. "So what does that mean?"

"Something old," John said. Somehow his accent seemed thicker. "Proper ancient dawn of time stuff, if it knows Eden. Have a few theories about the exact beast we're dealing with, but at a guess... It was out there, your ship got the destination right, but then it followed us back in here. That's why it's not detected."

"And why is it taking my clothes off?!" Zari said.

Great, and now her voice had gone up an octave. Zari swallowed nervously, swearing she could feel some **** tugging on her outfit despite her best attempts to stay decent.

Oh god, there was no way she was showing them her ass again.

"I imagine it homed in on you because of that little trinket around your neck," Constantine said. "Old magic. Not quite as old, but like attracts like. And as for what it's doing, if it comes from dawn-of-time Eden it's probably expecting you to be similar."

"Which means?" Sara said.

"Crack open an Old Testament, it's not all blood and thunder," Constantine said. "Early days, Adam and Eve wandered around in their birthday suits. This spirit, if it comes from that time, and if it's decided to focus on Zari, it probably wants her to be like the humans it remembers."

"It what?!" Zari said.

And that was when her jeans were pulled out of her grasp. Instead of being undone, the threads connecting the button had been painstakingly unwound; the metal button skittered away across the bridge's floor.

Her panties were once more pulled down with her jeans; Zari couldn't help her yelp, that time not being in any kind of position to hide her pussy from view.

She wrenched her jeans back up after a thoroughly humiliating few seconds, and pointedly refused to turn around to meet the eyes of the teammates who'd once more seen her ass.

"Concise version, if that didn't give it away," John said. "There's a spirit that predates any exorcism or demon I know of, an ancient power about as old as man, which appears to be dedicating what power it can muster towards the goal of getting you naked. Happy?"

Zari just about managed to not squeal.

Why couldn't it be unicorns again?