Clothing isn't exactly easy to come by here, and maintaining it is important, so Shaw leaves his pants intact: once she realizes how difficult they are to roll (honestly, men and their suits), she doesn't try to force them, instead just noting the lack of blood seeping through and hoping that means he doesn't have any open wounds under there.

"Not too bad," she murmurs, as she examines his chest and back; saying he got lucky feels like a bit of a stretch, but it definitely could have been worse. "I'm gonna patch up that gash on your arm, but nothing too major looks busted."

It's only when she's halfway done with rebuttoning his shirt that she asks, "Could you tell what the skins were from?"