Elizabeth just stared as Tabbi walked out of the room, only giving a bare nod in response to what had been said. She slowly sat herself up, staring at the wall. If anything, she wanted a shower. And she was starving. But being a hunter, she usually only peaked at her food, giving her a slim look, but between her shirt her ribs could be seen. It wasn't that she cared to please anyone, just that she despised what curves she had, and, part of it was trying to keep her mentors impressed. And despite this fact, her bosom was round enough to consider it something most women wanted but couldn't get naturally- Not too small nor too big.<br/><br/>Staring down at where the IV was now, she cringed as she simply pulled it out from her wrist, climbing off where she'd been laying slowly, and carefully. Creeping out of the room, she glanced around, before creeping right for the kitchen, as if in hopes she wouldn't be spotted. She was comfortable in her own clothes for once, even though she was wearing one of Tabbi's shirts at the time.<br/><br/>She'd see if she could take a shower, and furthermore if she could get some proper clothes, since her somewhat tight pants were only pressing against her wounds.