There was something not right about a person that happily accepted a suspicious brown box from a complete stranger. Joanie raised a brow, handing the box over. "Nothing you'd decorate your living room with, but it's something." She paused, looking at him awkwardly for a minute. Why was it that she felt her tongue trip on itself when she was around other people? "I'm the one from 703. We talked on the forum the other day." She shifted from foot to foot, folding an arm across her stomach and scratching at her elbow.
"There's some gauze pads in there, and some ace bandages, tourniquets, band-aids, a couple small towels, and a couple tubes of that skin glue stuff." She said 'skin glue' as if it were a poison, and she meant it. That damn stuff had been nearly impossible to make. She wasn't 100% sure how she had pulled it off, but there it was. "Now none of that stuff is clean, I mean, sterile. But it's better than nothing, right?" She looked almost too hopeful at that, desperately hoping that this stuff would be useful.