[ There's no missing the anger roiling inside Jessica, particularly for a Jedi such as Obi-Wan Kenobi, whose senses are almost always gently touching the Force surrounding them all. She ripples with upset that feels inordinate and overzealous for something a simple as clothing, but Obi-Wan knows better than to make assumptions about material objects — for other people they can really mean something (or everything). ]

They give them back.

[ It's said as an aside, and when he looks at the dark haired woman, it's eyes on her face and no wandering. He's a gentleman like that. Or, at least, as gentlemanly as can be standing around pale and naked and barely covered by his own hands. ]

This is my second time through. They've not returned my clothes since the first, but I've been assured we'll get them back.

[ Perhaps it's his way of trying to calm her. The static her upset creates crackles a little too loudly in his mind for Obi-Wan to pass on saying something. ]

No need to worry.