She knows she'll get a clean bill of health, at least. She can't carry anything. The possibility of getting injured, though... she hadn't even considered that. What would they do? Who can repair her here?

"I have no injuries," she says as she settles in. "Are there--are there magnets in this? I've got steel boning in my... clothing."

Corsets are undergarments, and she doesn't discuss them with strangers. At some point, she'll need to go back to clothing that isn't Victorian, but this is all she has right now.