Jenn nods, smiles gratefully. "I'll yell if I need you."

"You better!" And she'll disentangle herself, and then sort of awkwardly sidle out of the bathroom.

Jenn has to admit, the shower is appealing. Still, she's quick about it, washing thoroughly, and hissing a little as she cleans her shoulder.

"-Their towels are all white," she calls through the door when she's done.

"They'll have bleach! Or someone will! Or we can get more towels!"

"-True."

Jenn uses one towel to dry herself off, and a dry one to wrap around herself, sticking her head out the door. "Gonna need to hunt up some clothes as well. Once I'm not bleeding"

Blush! "I'll just go do that then!" Bina almost squeaks. "Uh - Elizabeth has the medical stuff - "

"I'll go directly to Elizabeth," Jenn assures.

Nod, and she'll sort of rush off.

To find clothes.

And not to have a panic attack, brain, come on get it together.

And Jenn will go find Elizabeth.

Elizabeth's out on the street, inspecting a giant series of bins of machines. There's medical supplies laid on the stoop of the house Jenn went into, which Elizabeth points at. "Bandages are there. You doing alright? Where's Bina?"

"I feel surprisingly fine for the fact that I've lost...probably most of my blood. Bina's gone in search of clothes."

Jenn sets about bandaging herself up.

"Let me know if you want any help. Shoulders are awkward for bandaging even someone else."

She stills for a moment, self-reliance and bullheaded stubbornness warring with logic and practicality. "If you don't mind," she says when practicality wins out.

"Right." And she sets down what she was examining and comes to help.

"I'm assuming this whole 'not bleeding out' thing is new?"

"If we're being technical, I think the problem is more me bleeding out and not dying."

"You don't die when you bleed out. Bina has - some sort of temporal anomaly embedded in her arm. Ant is a ghost. Ira has - some sort of control over the Corpse and the Naughts."

"No one else has been popping up with superpowers."

"Not so far."

"Everyone we know of has interacted with the botfly somehow. Ira works for it. Bina was stabbed. You looked at it."

"You looked at it."

"Yeah. I don't know if I've got something. I don't know how it's assigning things, if it is."

"Don't know how to test it either."

"If it is... Likely they advance its cause somehow or they're an inherent property of the creature - or it otherwise has no choice."

"We should at least try to - figure out connections between people, and possible applications."

"Yeah. But we all need to get some rest first. We've been running full tilt at this since we started."

She nods, and finishes tying the bandage in place. "Sensible. There's food, here, so I suppose we have time."

Jenn checks her range of movement, finds it acceptable. "We need to figure out something resembling a plan."