"I still feel guilty at times." Sighing, Lilian got to work with her own outfit then, trying to wash it up since she would be staying anyway. No sense in staying in a soaked outfit, no sense in letting it just dry on her like that either. So she began to wash up the outfit, standing naked near the little death, figuring that Hagetaka had seen enough in her lifetime to not probably be too concerned. Though for the eyes of death, her body carried a few scars. Shots fired at her stomach. Stab wound between her ribs, healed up other than lighter-shaded skin where the strike had come. Cut scars on the back of her ankles, someone had hurt her viciously but she seemed to have healed up from it.<br/><br/>As far as humans without supernatural side to the mwent, Lilian Cross was a stubborn girl refusing to die despite how the life had treated her.