"Remove your clothes."

Worf's tone was commanding. Excited, Deanna obeyed.

They stripped silently, uniforms dropping to the cave floor.

Her eyes widened when Worf took a rope from among their supplies. . .

. . . and stretched it between two trees just outside the cave.

He gathered their clothes and headed toward the river.

"Wha-?"

"A warrior wears the gore of his enemies with pride, but not -" he screwed his face with distaste - "mud and shuttlecraft engine grease."

"You're going to do *laundry*?"