Before she sat, Claire grabbed the water glass from the nightstand. "Coincidentally," she smiled, laying out the flimsy toilet paper in her lap, before she began to pick out the shards of glass that she could with her fingers, setting them on the toilet paper. "And you're a PI." She pulled out the last piece before fishing her jacket pockets for gauze and a tiny set of pointed tweezers. They came in handy a lot more these days, outside the hospital. "Must be interesting." Claire took a small square of bandaging and dipped it in the water, then started cleaning around the cuts. They did have this conversation, but she figured with one night stands, you were allowed to forget some of the details.