Pain is something Billie is familiar with. She's been hurt. She's hurt others considerably more. It would take a lot more than what the shirt throws at her to make her drop it. Instead, she tightens her grip on the cloth and works through the blinding sensation, the fear, the aggression--

No, that's the part where she needs to drop it. She knows what that is and she doesn't need a surprise relapse. Strange isn't like to enjoy being ripped apart... again, apparently.

Shirt dropped on the table, she looks at him again, doing a fair job of staying neutral-seeming about this particular mess.

"That was the water." More importantly, "Did you die?"

The amount of blood says yes but you never know.