"Mentioned it, but I never actually looked at it, no."

I rolled my shoulders, craned my neck from side to side. Not sure why, I'd been stretching a lot between pacing and looking for potential saviors up there, but I always felt the need to stretch after escaping confinement.

"... Can it wait until after I've found clothing, though?"

She seemed pretty solid, and would probably not be too disturbed by a torso covered in scars and a right hand out of a pyromaniac's interpretation of Richard the Third, but passersby might. Besides, it was cold.