Elizabeth didn't reply verbally but nodded slightly to herself instead. Creeping into Tabbi's room from the instructions she was given, stalking into the room to go to the dresser, then looking through the two drawers on the bottom as she had been told, while hugging the towel around herself for cover. After a minute of searching she found a pair of baggy sweat pants that were work, something like what she'd seen Tabbi wearing, and whatever loose shirt she could find.<br/><br/>Putting both of these on with small grimaces and flinches here and there, the pants barely were able to stay to her small form, and the shirt kept slipping off one shoulder almost enough to show some cleavage, in which she kept pulling back up though it kept falling down; To her annoyance. But she didn't bother getting a new shirt, and simply walked out with what she was wearing- At least more comfortable now, even if she wasn't in her own clothes.<br/><br/>A bit stiffly she crept to the kitchen where she had heard Tabbi from. "Hope you don't mind.. All this.." She muttered beneath her breath while she walked in, her still damp blonde hair falling around her shoulders and down her back.