Needed his hand cleaned. Right. Caitie nodded her head, trying to remember if she'd grabbed any antiseptic when she'd broken into the infirmary and scratched her head, then realized that yes, she had.
“I've got a band aid, yeah,” she nodded, trying her best to ignore the caution in the woman's voice. Caitie felt a little cautious herself, honestly, so how could she expect anything different from someone else? “And something to clean it up. I'll just... go get it.”
She looked at the little boy for another second, trying to calm him with a little smile, but then looked back at the woman.
“I'll, um... be right back...” she mumbled as she turned and speed-walked toward her room.
Once she'd gotten through the doorway, leaving it slightly ajar so she didn't have to fiddle with the faulty opening bar thingy when she wanted to leave, she dug into the bag where she kept most of the medical stuff she'd taken. “Band aid, band aid... got it. Peroxide...” she muttered to herself.