When the chameleon finished eating, she layed back on her cot, not taking her one eye off of the fox as she laid there. Not until the bear came down with the clothing. Mortis grabbed an outfit and a robe from the pile of clothing, and examined them. She wondered if they were allowed to wander, but dismissed the thought, sure that the bear might think she was plotting or something. When the bear left back up the stairs, she half wondered when or how they were supposed to let them know if they needed something if they couldn't talk. She shrugged, again, picking up the clothes. She wanted to change, but she wasn't entirely comfortable with doing so in front of the others. After a few moments of debating, she stood up and changed, doing her best to be somewhat discreet about it, facing away from the others. She felt rather self conscious despite not being bothered by being shirtless, so she did her best to cover up as she did so, hoping no one was looking at her.