Her hand lifts and gently she begins to bring it up to her collar. Gently beginning to pull it down. She did not after all his ridiculous layers of clothes to contend with. Instead, she hooks it to expose skin, walking it down over her shoulder and collar bone until she exposes her own scars. The bullet wound that famously had 'killed her'. The claw marks, bite marks, bitten into her body as sincere as a lover.

"You were saying? A minute with how they expect us to dress and people will have questions Lucan. So many questions. How does a once Queen find her body ripped apart in such ways?"