He's a paranoid fuck and I can be trusted to wash my fucking hands.

[ But fine. Fine. He'll put the gloves on if only to avoid an argument. There are scissors in the medical kit, tiny wicked sharp ones to make cuts in flesh, and they'll do for cloth. He cuts a good inch or so higher than the damage done to the cloth by the morningstar, to make sure that loose threads don't work their way into the cut. ]

There. It's a new fashionable way to deal with having one hot leg and one cold leg. That's how we'll remember her. Creator of the one-legged trouser.