Natalie looked up, a weak, but grateful half-smile crossing her face as Jax appeared with the change of clothes. She stood slowly, leaving her coat on the chair, and limped over to the doorway acutely aware that Jax would be able to assess the torn skirt and stockings, and the painful deliberation in her movements.
"Is it...okay if I shower? I feel..." Dirty. Used. "Gross."