That was Claire: generally a bit absent when it came to casual conversation and answering direct questions. She looked up at the offering, then blinked and took the packet. "You're pretty handy, I guess. Guns and kleenex...."

She set about wiping the worst of the gore off, expression still pretty disgusted. "It'll wash. And you were trying to protect me, I guess." So in order words, naw, she didn't need them to buy a new one.