Elizabeth ignored Tabbi the best she could while she snuck past the woman on the couch, and had just stepped foot into the kitchen, feeling her feet touch the tile with a small shiver down her spine from the cold, when she had heard her speak. Turning just her head to look over her shoulder with a small grimace of pain, she just gave a partial shrug from where she stood. "Uh.." She answered at first, rubbing at the back of her neck with one of her hands, though soon she did answer. A shower sounded really nice.. "If you don't mind, yes. Just.. Make it something.. WIth as little calories and fat as possible." She stated this as if it were an order, right before turning around and stalking off towards the room she was almost positive was the bathroom.<br/><br/>When she stepped into the bathroom without really waiting for an answer from Tabbi, Elizabeth had already stripped her clothes after shutting the door, not bothering with locking it out of habit. It was enough considering she closed it fully- She usually left it about half way open out of paranoia. At first she took off the shirt with a grimace, over her heads, carefully and slowly, setting it on the counter of the sink. She then stripped her pants slowly, clenching her jaw so as to not cry out in pain as she did.<br/><br/>Once she was stripped, she turned on the shower water so it'd be hot- Not too hot of course, but hot enough so that when she stepped in, there was already steam around the bathroom, fogging up any mirrors that might've been there. Though it felt good against her back- Despite the wounds that were there, but after standing there for some time it felt like a nice massage, where she closed her eyes and stood there for about ten minutes. After those ten minutes she minded to wash her long blonde hair with whatever shampoo and conditioner was there- Thinking that Tabbi wouldn't really mind.<br/><br/>And when she was finally done with her shower, Elizabeth dried her hair most of the way- Though it was still damp, and wrapped a towel around her middle, covering from just below her collar bone to her upper thighs, her hair still damp and most of it clinging to her skin. She wasn't putting those pants back on, surely, and she felt as though a new shirt to wear would match.. As long as she'd be able to get that much from Tabbi. Of course she was still resistant to get any help, but she wasn't about to walk around holding a towel to herself.<br/><br/>So she walked out of the bathroom towards the living room and kitchen, cautiously speaking, "Tabbi..? Can I borrow another shirt, and pants of some sort...?"