"Well, fuck. You're not bleeding so hang on a tick."
Okay, that probably wasn't the answer he was looking for but she couldn't do this without food. The whole world was shite and if he was coming to her with a problem then this was probably going to take awhile. She hoped she had to help hide a body. She could handle hiding a body. Emotional shit was going to be a headache after all the beer she had. Grabbing the slightly burnt pieces of bacon straight from the skillet she winced a bit as the grease hit her hand. She didn't bother grabbing any bread, going straight back to the couch where George was.
She plopped down beside him, taking a bite of a strip before offering him one. "Out with it then. Are we talking prison trouble, you've angered a mob boss trouble or you lost someone's dog kind of trouble? If you need me to beat someone up just say so." Please be a body.