Okay, well, in my defense I've never needed to like, measure or gather any amount of blood. I just doubt there's a knife or something in here.

[ Eddie looks to her, then the mirror. Then back to her. ]

Okay. Yeah. That works.

[ He yanks the pillowcase off of one of the pillows on the bed he'd woken up in, balling his hand into a fist and wrapping the fabric around it to soften the blow. ]

What's your name, by the way? I'm Eddie.