[Sure would be rich if she made a big deal about him keeping his clothes when he had basically admired her over her dumb, useless book she refused to leave behind even now when they had agreed they'd pick essentials. She's not that unaware.

His request makes her glance up to his face. Her smile is weak and half a grimace. Then she's back to focusing on what she's doing.]

You sound like -- I got a job at a -- store. Once. [More than once, but that didn't really matter. Despite the gentle, choppy teasing, she takes care to avoid the blood. He'd already compromised his boundaries for her, and likely would have even if she hadn't relaxed her own around him. Besides, it would be silly to not err on the side of caution, now that it wasn't about making sure he was okay. It's admittedly easier without his sweater.] There -- were safety videos. 'Bloodborne pathogens'. Need proper PPE. Maybe -- we'll look. When this is over.

[Okay. All set.]

How -- long until we're out of the city? Car might -- be safer. But. Don't want them seeing you... Do you know which -- way they went?