"Well, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure getting you into some dry clothes is more important than that," Kira answers, barely looking up as he writes down her scrub color and thinks a moment on the name. He's only starting to wear thin on his that's nice but it's cold as balls conversations, and he'd worn thin on most politeness by the age of eleven.

Having quite literally been in her shoes a couple of hours ago though, he sighs and tries again. "What I mean is, we have a couple of people working on that already, and you're welcome to help, but I really think you should go change first. It seems like everyone's belongings are still in their houses, if you had one."

His second glance turns into a third--his blanking on the name might have had something to do with the hair. "And once this is all over, if you want help trimming that down, I've got a kit."