[A little anxious, still, but only carefully peels off her tattered outfit, dumping it into the hamper instead of the trash for some reason. There's still faint bruising over her ribs and her back is all scabs and scrapes, and a dark film flaking from the places that hadn't been covered in clothes. there's a thick seam just left of the center of her chest. But everything seems old--healed enough, if not cleaned, so]

Well... I'm gonna rinse off first; I'm too gross for the tub. You mind?