Suzie returned his gaze some slight amusement in her own eyes, its true the scrubs weren't ideal but she in all honesty had been focused on the heartbeat and lack of at least four bullet holes in her chest.
It was sort of typical of Owen, to think of dressing her body, she wondered, he'd probobly prepared her for the vaults. Twice. He for his part looked well for having been the walking dead, she wanted to ask about it, about the other glove, the first one of course having facinated her to the point she'd been willing and able to kill to learn more about it, to unlock what she had hoped would be the ability to bring people back from death. Permanantly. But she didn't ask that.
"You're going to need to spring for a shopping spree then, only being formerly dead and in a different reality and all I'm a bit strapped for cash, and bloody freezing by the way, if you were planning to invite me in any time soon" she added with a slight grin