[ considering how badly slashed he is and the pain he's still undergoing while she tends to the wound, he manages to stay fairly still enough to not disrupt what she's doing. he's done this routine enough times to know how to bear through it, so he focuses instead on her question, since, weirdly enough, it's not the first time today he's heard someone not know what he's talking about. ]

Yeah, I think the shirt's a bust.

[ it's ripped in enough places and coated in enough blood that probably can't be washed out. but it's fine; he certainly won't miss it. ]

I'm talking about the body — the skin and bones. It's not mine. I sorta got it on loan so I need to keep it intact.