You don't understand, I c-- [she can't do that. She's nervous enough having anyone touch her bare skin even normally, but now, being this stressed? She'll hurt Yuuki, or worse. But she can't really say as much, can she?
Shutting her eyes tight, she draws several shaky breaths. Not answering Yuuki, trying to think of some way, any way...]
M-my dress. Can't it be on just the fabric? [Here are some straws; let's grasp at them.]