You better not have already bled through the gauze. [She doesn't mumble that because she turns her head a bit. She does have to sniff her snot in though, because she doesn't want that on your shirt. In fact, she rests her cheek on his shoulder and reaches for the toilet paper so she can wipe her nose at least. It's smarter than her sleeve - which she would've done, if she wasn't being hugged at the moment.]

I'm sorry that Isaac asked you to come. I know this probably wasn't your plan for tonight.