Logan glances at her as he ties off the bandage around his knuckles and switches to the other hand. She's too young to be thinking this way, too young to have to learn these lessons. But he knows as much as anyone else how little the universe or whatever it is running the show cares about that.

"That's why it'll get ugly," he points out. "I've been in places like this before, more'n once. People tryin' to survive, they get desperate. Sometimes the worst of 'em take advantage of it."

He tears the bandage, tucks it under his palm and flexes his fingers experimentally. It'll do for a few days, provided things don't get worse.

"That's why we gotta look out for each other. You 'n' me. You 'n' whatever other unfortunate souls you find out there." He tosses the remaining bandages in her direction, along with the mostly empty bottle of rubbing alcohol.