Brier swallows. She looks down, away from Norma, away from the man she has upset and scrubs her hands vigorously, slowly, and with effort uncovering the white skin underneath. She continues to scrub until it is pink. She rolls up her sleeves and scrubs the arms as well, until she hits patches of clean skin on both arms. When she is finished she reaches up to turn the faucet back off (she may not know a lot - but she learns fast.)

"I'm sorry." she says, for the umpteenth time. "Thank you very much, Ms. Norma."

"I understand why I alarmed you." Brier tells the man, looking down, her hair falling in her eyes. "The wounds were very bad. But they're gone now."

"I hope I didn't make you lose your appetite."

She thinks about her own appetite. She knows she should be hungry. She knows she should eat, but her stomach won't seem to settle. She reaches to but a hand on it but shies away from doing so, remembering the blood on her shirt.

"And this is where people eat?"