Right, no, this could've been avoided, she could take a hint. Claire frowned at the cup between her palms, not even meant for her, and sat it on the nightstand like she'd intended to before taking off. Nurse thing, force of habit. She had a solid hour before she'd have to get ready for her double shift, she really wanted to get home and sleep in her own bed. The broken glass, the blood, the woman in the bathroom-- this didn't have to be her disaster. Claire started resolutely toward the door, barely on that final step before force of habit kicked in again. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I could help with that," she called out. It didn't look like an easy Band-Aid kind of fix.