Howard's grin is a bit lop-sided, partially because he's trying to get past what feels like a thick wad of the taste in iron in the back of his throat. He's fine with desperate measures, but that doesn't mean it isn't gross.

"You have such weird standards, Fangs." He grabs the garbage bag out of the car. "Let's get it in here before we lose all that blood."

He leans in and squints at the wounds on her chest, momentarily forgetting that Karis has boobs. "You sure? I can stitch those back up. Nothing's easier to find than needles and thread."