"Yeah, I... that probably couldn't hurt. We've mostly just got the basics." Vigilante Town has a box of bandaids, a half-empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and an almost-empty bottle of extra strength Tylenol.

Araña flexes her bagged arm a bit, and smiles faintly. "Thanks. Didn't mean to cut in on your shower time, I'm pretty sure everyone feels grody after all that."