Mixing some river water, some refined soda lye, and a little of the rocknut oil from the reagent vials in his pack, (while in the quiet seclusion of a well forested area with lots of bushes near the river) weird joykill produces a single glob of somewhat harsh, but servicable soap in the reaction vessel, and commences to clean all the....excitement....from his recent ordeal from himself, and what for the moment, is the closest thing to clothes he has.
The other survivors would probably take exception to his wanding around naked afterall, and they were nowhere near ready for having a clothier up and running.
Scrubbing hard, and succeeding (for the most part... some things just never completely wash out...) at getting himself and his hazard suit clean, he takes the opportunity to look around the wooded copse he comandeered for this 'oh so necessary' hygeine regimen:
Near the river's edge, several ropereeds and 2 or 3 fisherberry bushes dot the shore.
Further in, amongst the trees, a nicely mixed cluster of strawberry and prickleberry bushes could be seen. Unfortunately, only a single whipvine lounged lazily in the clearing.
While it would give the fortress access to a limited number of seeds, it wouldn't be enough to live on for long. He hoped he didn't get confused with a farmer dwarf (given the recent turn of events) for picking these, and hauling them back to the newly pitched base-camp. Herbalism and agriculture are *NOT* the same thing, and if the other fortress survivors tried to put him in charge of agriculture, they would probably all starve to death; one thing he did not inherit was his mother's green thumb.
It would take awhile for the black rubber and glass fiber cloth of the suit to dry out, so he everted it and layed it out in the sun. Perhaps the sunlight could do what the soap was not entirely successful at. He would have to make or secure some normal clothes. There was no way he could do regular work in that getup. Those ropereeds would come in handy for that.... but that would a while from now.
He had earned a little relaxation, at least for the moment. Besides, wearing the suit before it was dry would just make him slosh and squish everywhere he went, since it was airtight. Seeing little else he could do, besides waltz up there in his birthday suit, he layed back, and let the current wash over him.