[No, she is not fine, he can tell. She smells... well, half-dead, really. Jack turns down the burner on his stew, and steps over to see what she's got.]

Oh, clothes! Fabric, that's wonderful. I can probably reuse most of that. If I'm lucky I can even just tailor some of it rather than having to take it apart and re-use the pieces.

[He turns around, looking for-- ah. He leans over to grab a plastic laundry basket he'd picked up somewhere along the way, letting her put the bundle into that for him to go through.]