As Naryu stripped her, Lhaarsa struggled and kicked and fought, or seemed to, tears and soft protests streaming from her endlessly until, left naked, she sheltered herself as best she could with her arms and wept piteously in the corner.  During all this, Siobhan merely sat and watched out of the corner of hir eye, filling out the paperwork for Naryu's injury (among other things), a smirk on hir lips.<br/><br/>"Yep, pure as the wind driven snow," the medic opined after Naryu backed off.  "I know the type.  She's probably rather curious, but sheltered...hmm.  Well, no obvious signs of abuse, anyway, or drug use.  She's at least that clean."