She touches her face -- you've got blood on your face -- stricken by the thought, like it's some sort of disfiguring disease.
"Sorry," she says, before really thinking about it.
She realizes it's not just a little blood, rubbing her fingers together again to watch it flake from her skin. It's nothing she can simply wipe off without soap and water (or a mirror), and that's why she nods.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Wouldn't want to be a mess when they arrive."
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Date: 2010-02-17 05:42 am (UTC)"Sorry," she says, before really thinking about it.
She realizes it's not just a little blood, rubbing her fingers together again to watch it flake from her skin. It's nothing she can simply wipe off without soap and water (or a mirror), and that's why she nods.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Wouldn't want to be a mess when they arrive."