[ Miss Lottie's approval... Relief smooths Gray's shoulders. In her mind, Lottie is like a princess of Kenoma, so it's nice to think she hasn't compeltely embarrassed herself in Lottie's eyes. ]

I'm not sure if staples exist here...

[ Genuinely, she's not sure, but maybe she should've checked?? ]

But, um, thank you. If the bow doesn't hold up, I can look for something staple-like.

[ She looks over Lottie, satisfied that the woman seems on her way to stabilizing both physically and emotionally. Though she still looks a mess... ]

Are you sure you don't want me to bring you some clothes?

[ Lottie's current outfit is maybe, just a little, royally fucked. ]