"That iron is for emergencies only," Childermass tells Shimmer flatly as he finishes stripping the Gamma of their clothes. It won't fit perfectly but it's better than nothing. It's only after he has that all on hand that he'll stand up and tolerate Lambert cutting him out of his suit same as he did for himself and Papyrus. He's quick about getting the leggings on once he's out of it, too, even if... these could really be better but he can't really be picky right now.

The rest of the clothes, he'll take his time with. He isn't terribly offended by showing off all of his feathers along his arms and back, although the bolts and alterations to his spine to stand out amongst them before he manages to pull a shirt on. As far as the Mother's little upgrades go, he hasn't fared as bad as others, but they did do something. Something he can't recall just yet and he isn't looking forward to when he finally does.