"Infected?" Now it was her turn to ask things. She moved a short distance away, enough to still be able to communicate, but also enough to give the illusion of privacy. Clothes started to come off. Starting with the tattered leather coat and then moving down to the odd looking pistol holstered on her leg. Bit by bit her clothes came off and he could see the scars on her back and the ones that crisscrossed her arms.

She quickly began to scrub at bits of her. She was used to scrubbing quickly whenever she had a chance.