Araña has, in the meantime, realized that she's gonna have to take her shirt and bra off for this to work, and doesn't particularly relish stripping in front of a Trailblazer, even if she'll see her mostly naked anyway.

So, when Rikki gets back, Araña's standing in the middle of the bathroom in her panties, with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Um. Sorry, I figured this was easier. Than trying to do it after."

It affords Rikki with a view of the new seam between the metal and her skin, still vivid and puckered, and all the various bruises, cuts, and scrapes she's sustained, not to mention the dried blood that's lightly crusted all over her back and right side.

"Does it look too bad, Doc?" Araña adds, trying to make light and not quite getting there.