It's the most ridiculous sweater on the planet, and she's oddly comforted by that. It takes her a second to get herself out of the hoodie, and she didn't realise just how much damage it had been hiding. She's got bandages on her wrists, and she's covered in bruises - and wearing a sports bra, which is why she's not really concerned about modesty. Getting out of the sports bra later is going to be a challenge, but she's grateful for the sweater, and she'd already fished her meds out of the hoodie's pockets before she passes it to him. "Just- you can throw it out? You don't need to burn it." She's pulled the sweater over her head - it's a little big, but not enormous, and that suits her just fine.

"If you're not a Sagittarius, I've got to ask if you're an archery fan," she said with a half smile, and that's when she finally exhales slowly. "Did you guys have a good weekend at the wine thing? It seems sort of a stupid question, but... it'd be nice to hear?"