Brian turned his head to look at her, "N-No.. It's just... You know, there are some people who don't feel comfortable around blood or needles... I guess you could say that I'm that type of person" he shrugs. "Don't be sorry about it. I was born like this." He walks over to the box, removes the bloody shirt and tosses it into a corner, then starts going through the box, trying to find a shirt that would fit. After about a few minutes, he finds one, a plaid designed t-shirt and slips it on, buttoning it up. "This'll have to do for now..." he says, standing up.