She snorts as if to instantly dismiss that idea with but it's perhaps made a little awkward by the fact that - look - she's not blind. He also happens to be the only person she's become comfortable simply existing around. At the end of the day, though? Just - no. For reasons that have nothing to do with him, no.

"Yeah, you wish army man." Dragging herself up from the ground to move over to the night stand by one of the beds in the room, heavy wood grating against wood as she drags open a bulky drawer. She drags out the same red and black flannel shirt she'd been wearing when he'd patched her up, giving it the smell test before tossing it his way.

"A trench?" Yeah, she caught that. "Didn't realize they still did that."