"You should have worn the cover-all's."

"No, it's fine, and look, we're done and now I get to wash up while you spend the next 20 minutes trying to escape from it's rubber clutches."

She smirked, "At least I didn't get any on me."

"What?! What are you talking about?"

She flicked her eyes downward and his followed.
"Oh gawddammit. Of course."

"Just put some hydrogen peroxide on it."

"And where did you learn to clean blood out of clothes?"

She rolled her eyes, "I'm a girl."

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