"Anybody ever tell you you're way too snarky? Especially to injured people?" Carrie called after him as he gave her space. Getting back onto her feet seemed cruel after all of the movement, but she managed somehow. Unbuttoning her pants and stepping out of them was easy enough but bending down to pull up Cassandra's pants (which were a little baggy and a few inches too long on Carrie) was anything but easy. She moved stiffly and grunted when she moved too much in any direction.
"Shit shit shit." Carrie paused to breathe. She pressed her hands onto the table she'd sat on and leaned over slightly. A while back, she'd been taught some breathing methods to help through pain. She tried to focus on that. It didn't help much. Carrie wished she'd paid a little more attention when Bruce had tried to teach her.
The shirt was next. Carrie had to pull her top up over her head and this took much longer than she would have liked. She was sorely tempted after the first few seconds to find a scissor and cut the damn thing off, but knew that would look pretty bad to Alfred. In a rough movement, Carrie had it off, dropped it to the side and put on Cassandra's button-down. Change complete, Carrie tried to calm her pained breathing. Alfred was a smart man; it was likely she wouldn't be trying anything this stupid again in a while.