"Don't call her that to her face, she'll hit you." Liz says when Owen is...Owen. "I'll let her, too." She tugs on the very thin shirt she borrowed from Owen to sleep in and huffs. "Not my fault you don't have longer shirts. What's a jacket gonna do to cover my ass, anyway?"

She IS wearing underwear. Granted it's 'I just got married and want to impress my husband so these are the size of a postage stamp' underwear but it IS there.

Liz's head darts around when she hears the howling. "Blood countess..." She mutters to herself, remembering that mission where she had to torch a pack of hungry wolves to save herself from being eaten. "Nah, couldn't be." She backs a little closer to Owen, looking up at him before she nods at the Doctor."OK, fine. Where do you suggest we go? This isn't exactly familiar territory."