Tabbi quickly got up and made her way to her bedroom. She opened her drawer of t-shirts and grabbed out a plain gray one, making sure it was one of her larger ones. She had a lot of t-shirts because she never knew which ones would last, between hunting and being hunted. She learned not to be attached to her clothes but there were a few that she loved. Those were the ones she only wore to parties, dates, and such. Come to think of it, she hadn't been on a date in some time. She had been out with her gay best friend, but nothing romantic for as long as she could remember. It's not that she was too picky, just no one had caught her eye or anything recently. It might have been due to the fact that she knew almost everyone in the bar she usually frequented. Regardless, she has a beautiful woman in her living room that she3 needed to attend to.<br/><br/>She walked back in and handed the shirt to Elizabeth. "I don't need it back, just like I'm sure you do, I have plenty myself." She let out a small chuckle. Some people didn't realized how similar hunters' and their prey were.