( Collette doesn't feel much embarrassment -- silly, yes, but she let herself be distracted, and a small cut on her hand is no real hindrance. It'll be gone with a demorphing, and even if it hadn't been, it'd heal soon enough.
She watches Dick instead, curious that such a young kid would be prepared with anything that might be suitable. Maybe he was a boy scout? She was fairly sure boy scouts had packs of useful junk they carried around when the mood hit.
Her "What kind of something?" comes out slurred and muffled around the finger she leaves in her mouth, moving to the side just enough to get a better look at Dick as he moves. )
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She watches Dick instead, curious that such a young kid would be prepared with anything that might be suitable. Maybe he was a boy scout? She was fairly sure boy scouts had packs of useful junk they carried around when the mood hit.
Her "What kind of something?" comes out slurred and muffled around the finger she leaves in her mouth, moving to the side just enough to get a better look at Dick as he moves. )