"I don't know that I'd call what we're attempting to do safe," Howard grouses, as Sharon steps out from behind the sheets. Her glance goes first to Bucky, taking in the set of his jaw and shoulders, then to Howard. "You, I just need to be there. We'll need to try and emulate that first night. Wear the same things."

He points at Sharon, who's wrestling with the mental image of what her white catsuit might do to the camp. "We need to replicate as much as possible."