She was silent as she stood in her door way, looking up at him as she decided what to do, they surly didn't have much time before the tournament started. Her lips pursed before she moved out of her doorway and grabbed Keith by the front of his body, bringing him into the room with her.<br/><br/>"I could use the help to get... the wraps on."<br/><br/>There was a sly smile as she moved behind him and closed the door, leaning back on the door as she looked up at him for a moment before moving away from the door. Her eyes looked to the end of the bed were her bag was, she was deciding what to wear. Moving away from the door she reached for her bag, looking through it for a moment before pulling out a pair of black tights and a black tank top. She sat down on the side of her bed, slipping her shoes off before she raised her eyes up to Keith silent for a moment before she spoke.<br/><br/>"Make yourself at home."<br/><br/>With that Zebel started with her clothes, slipping her shirt over head, leaving little more then her black laced bra across her chest. There was a slice scar over her right side, two inches long and thin, over the left top of her breast was a stab scar, wasting no time Zebel slipped the black tank top over her head and slid it down into place, reaching back to take her hair out of the back of her shirt to fan down around her face, covering it as she moved on to her jeans. Unfastening the button and slipping them down off her thighs and then pulling it off of her legs.  Tossing the jeans down beside her shirt she sat back down in a matching pair of underwear that was themed to the bra. Her upper right thigh held a bullet wound scar, that was about it as far as her battle wounds went.<br/><br/>"Keith... can you get my wraps from the table please."<br/><br/>Getting her black tights from beside her she reached down to slip there over her feet, standing up she slid them up her legs til they came to fit comfortable snug around her hips, riding low so that there was a mid-drift of flesh between the top of the pants and the bottom of the shirt. IT was just a small simple splay of flat stomach. The pants fitted to her like a second skin, forming to every curve as well as the tank top did.<br/><br/>"I need some help with the wraps... it is harder for me to do my right hand..."