[a little clipped, though not purposefully so. her attention is just focused elsewhere right now. namely: on the blood]

Natalie was too injured to return to the hotel, so Yuna and I spent the night at the clinic with her. The Sheriff must have locked us in.

[stands up, and then strolls over to where Elizabeth is rifling through the clothing]

Do they look familiar?

[the frills remind her of a certain murder happy blonde]