Yes, in a bit of a panic, actually.

I shoved in and snatched the paper, pulling back sharply before he got too much of a look back there. Unfortunately, the abrupt in-out jerk shoved my shoulder into some sharp corner of some printer thing, hooking both my shirt and bra strap onto it.

With my arm twisted into the machine, pulling back out easily yanked both my shirt and bra up onto my head before they popped the printer cartridge out of the machine. I fell back, face and arm tangled in torn fabric, holding the crumpled paper aloft as I panickedly tried to decide what to do.

"Uh..." Brad murmured as I came to the realization my clothes were apparently dislocated enough to bare both my breasts at him.

As I tried to pull myself back in order, I also realized that the toner cartridge I'd apparently ripped free had spewed pink dust all over me. I wrangled myself free of my top, wiping my hands against my bare, pink-covered breasts, pouting.

My shirt was torn at the shoulder, and my bra was stretched incomprehensibly out of shape in my hands. Even my jeans were coated in pink!

I looked up at Brad, feeling my face burning red under the pink. He licked his lips nervously, obviously trying not to stare at my partial nudity. "Let me get Kelli..." He said, stepping out as I pulled my torn shirt back on, frowning at the maimed bra.