She shrugs, "The colour would hide them anyway. Maybe brown would be better." Though dried blood was impossible to get out of clothes. Not that she bothered anymore, these days she could just buy a new outfit. Except, wait, here she couldn't, here they didn't even have high street brands, let alone the couture she was used too. She makes a moue of distaste, mourning her silks and cashmere, bagged up and unloved in an evidence locker somewhere.

"This is ridiculous." She picks up a sexy nurse outfit. "You could never get into a hospital wearing that."