[Just steer her toward a dumpster and she'll scrounge up enough garbage for a first aid kit. In lieu of that, though, water and something bandage-y should work fine. Enough where she won't have to amputate, anyway.
She briefly flashes him an embarrassed little look before she turns halfway away so she can swing her backpack over her hip and rummage around inside.] Don't-- judge me. [Here's a shirt.]
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She briefly flashes him an embarrassed little look before she turns halfway away so she can swing her backpack over her hip and rummage around inside.] Don't-- judge me. [Here's a shirt.]