Yes

"Hello?" Liz called, nervously. Her hands fidgeted awkwardly, trying to cover herself.

It had taken so long to get those improvised clothes to be remotely sturdy, she couldn't just lose them. Liz bit her lip, anxiously looking around the river's edge again.

Nothing. She slumped, flushed. Maybe she'd have to make some again.

Not that she wanted to start climbing trees again; she had no way to cover herself when she needed every limb to keep her balance. Liz instead chose to move back into the forest.

At least she'd found that shelter. She could wait a bit there, not worrying about being seen. Figure out what the hell she could do; she was all too aware that even a bikini barely qualified as a fix.

On her awkward journey back, Liz didn't use her arms to push the branches out the way, instead hoping she'd broken enough already and pushing through with her shoulder. She flushed, aware she still had her ass exposed.

At least she had a good enough sense of direction to not get lost, even if she was hyperaware of all the air against her skin.

Finally, Liz made it to that small shelter, only to find that there was a woman already there; the woman shrieked suddenly, and Liz squealed in turn.

Both of them were as good as naked, Liz frantically trying to hide her tits and her pussy with her hands. The black-haired woman didn't need to do that though; Liz spotted her purloined 'clothes,' a leaf that just about covered the spot between the woman's hips, and were too askew to hide her chest.

She was seated in the box, flushing as soon as Liz saw her.

"Those are mine!" Liz said.

"And who the `ell are you?" the woman said. "I wasn't going to go running around naked!"

"Do you think I wanted to?!" Liz said, flushing deeper.

The black-haired woman hesitated. She crossed her arms rather than adjusting her 'bra,' flustered. After a moment, Liz felt her embarassed temper fade. At least it was clear that her clothes had been stolen out of the same kind of desperation.

"I'm Liz," she said eventually. "Liz Shaw."

"Jenny," the woman said. "Jenny Flint." She whimpered slightly, neither of them making any effort to relax their panicked attempts to cover themselves. "And I'm not giving this place up!"

"Maybe we can share," Liz tried, for a compromise.

The Victorian woman shot an even more embarassed look at Liz.

"I'm a married woman!" Jenny said.

"I didn't mean like- that," Liz said. "Just, it's the only decent shelter I've seen. If we need to hide, from rain or... worse, if we need somewhere to sleep where no one's going to stumble onto us... do you have any better ideas?"

Jenny's cheeks somehow managed to go even redder.

"I'm keeping this," she said, clutching her leaves.

Reluctantly, Liz nodded. At least she could make her own, so long as Jenny didn't watch her climb.

Jenny still squeaked. It was quite a journey from Victorian values, to being dropped without a stitch on in the middle of God-knew where.