The tights were completely ruined so he wouldn't be destroying them but she wouldn't give him the perverse satisfaction of cutting them off.
She crossed her arms over her chest until he turned his head because she didn't trust him to not look. When he asked if she was done his response came with her bunched up stockings hitting him in the head. When he'd looked, her abandoned coat was draped over her naked legs but part of her shins and her feet were visible and the injured foot was swollen and discolored.
She reached her hands out for the ice, "Give me that and get the first aid kit so I can clean you up." her eyes going to his side where his wound was. She was trying to act like it was no big deal but her concern for him was seeping into her tone.