"You're so kind," Marcie said, and didn't even make a face at being given men's clothes to wear that weren't the least bit organic. The blood on the knees of her jeans was dry now, and stiff and uncomfortable, so she would endure. "I will just go and change, and then... plates?" She looked at Much in confusion as she gingerly stood up and took off her coat, setting it down with Kaden's hat and Tragos' wallet. She needed the bathroom too, now she came to think of it. And to wash her face. Carefully, she limped across to the bathroom and shut the door, and had a private moment of despair as she sat down on the toilet and took off her jeans to see her knees stained red-brown too.