"That could be it, I guess..." she said, if anything relieved by his interest in the problem. That meant he'd care enough to actually figure it out, which would be nice. "I just worry that... I dunno, like, they're gonna come off again, or something. That something's happening inside to make 'em hurt, you know?"

She slid off the table and took the gown from him. "Okay," she said, nonplussed by the request, and very clearly waiting for him to leave--or at least run his back--before she started stripping.