When you don't have the ability to effectively conceal yourself as you normally would and are stuck out in a wasteland you don't tend to bother with flashy outfits. It's just common sense, particularly when she knows something is wrong since her damn forearm is still bleeding which shouldn't be happening to a skeleton. Flesh and blood and bone, great.

She's shaking her head as she watches him for a moment, halfway hoping that his foot would get stabbed by that cactus thing. Seems not to be her day, though.

"Weird rogue wandering creatures. Cacti are a new one, though."