Thank you. I would like to dress as soon as possible.

[It's beyond indecent for anyone to see her in such a state of undress but Elizabeth knows she's in no position to refuse aid. She's not sure what a locker is but she steps forward to follow him.]

Traveling the heavens? How is such a thing possible? [She looks at the number on his arm, remembering her own and it's difficult to resist the urge to try to scratch it off.] And is there no way to remove such a mark?