Elizabeth just nodded slightly in reply, clenching her jaw and her fists as she prepared herself for the shirt to be taken off, and the wound to be cleaned. She flinched repeatedly even if she hadn't been touched yet, the wound on her chest hurting worse then all the others that she had been burdened with. But she didn't speak through this, tears in her eyes from all the pain but she refused to let a single one fall. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried.<br/><br/>When seeing Tabby lock eyes with her though, Elizabeth wouldn't be the first to break away. She kept her gaze locked on Tabby's, trying not to cringe with each touch she received. And by the time Tabby had started applying the gauze and tape over the wounds and such, she had to do everything in her power not to just yell with pain and crawl away. But she stayed exactly where she was. She could take it.<br/><br/>As soon as Tabby asked the question, she very nearly twitched, as if it was just dawning on her that she wasn't wearing any shirt in front of this woman, and just her bra, besides what gauze had been applied to the wound of her chest. "Anything will work. I don't care. Just a shirt. Make sure it's loose."