"Joel, just be glad you aren't in a fucking diamond dress, okay?" She says. She was actually pretty fond of her her onesie, despite the fact that she glowed like a nightlight for a little while.

"Well uh, it's a bit stale," She admits a bit sheepishly, breaking it in half and holding some out for her. She can't help but want to feed her wounded friends - you needed energy to heal, after all.

Winter had taught her that.

"But it's not so bad, really."