Jacob: "I can't follow you in there."
Emily: "What? Why not?"
Jacob: "It's the women's restroom."
Emily: "Jacob, there's no one else around."
Jacob: "Not at the moment, no, but that doesn't mean someone won't walk in on us later."

Jacob's voice once again had taken on the disconnected tone Emily had come to associate with him. She quickly concluded that there was no point in expending energy trying to convince him to follow her. Besides, after his earlier outburst she wasn't so sure she wanted to be alone with him in such close quarters.

Emily: "Ok then. Wait here and I'll bring out some paper towels."

Emily pushed open the door of the bathrooms, exhaling sharply after it swung closed behind her. She turned one of the faucets on and quickly dampened a handful of paper towels, fleetingly wondering if Mary had found the bar yet. She decided she'd locate it herself on the way back, just on the off chance her friend hadn't been successful. Even if Mary had managed to get them some drinks, she wasn't sure if just one round was going to be enough. Moments later she emerged from the bathroom and found Jacob a few feet away leaning against the wall.

Emily: "This may sting a little, but I need to get it cleaned up to see how bad it is."

Jacob was silent as Emily took his injured hand in hers and carefully began dabbing away at the still-oozing blood. His gaze seemed to wander lazily around them without focusing on any one thing for more than a few seconds. It was the slow sweep of a quiet observer, and Emily felt herself beginning to relax ever so slightly. Within a few seconds she'd cleaned away enough dirt and grime to determine that the injury probably looked worse than it really was.

Jacob: "Your boyfriend doesn't like me."
Emily: "My boyfriend?"
Jacob: "Black hair, scowls a lot. He doesn't like me."
Emily: "Tristan's not my boyfriend. And he's just very protective, I'm sure it's nothing personal."

Jacob: "My mistake. Ow."
Emily: "Sorry. I guess I don't think of vampires as feeling pain. I'm almost finished."
Jacob: "You don't have to do this."
Emily: "Probably not, but it's done now. When you get home you should wash it out and put a real bandage on it at the very least. I don't think it's broken, but you'll probably end up with a really nasty bruise."

Jacob: "Injuries either heal or kill you. This is hardly life-threatening."
Emily: "Barring an infection."
Jacob: "I don't get infections."
Emily: "Oh. Then you should be ok."

Emily's voice was distant as she slowly let Jacob's hand drop. He looked at her with intense scrutiny for a moment, making her feel like a specimen in a laboratory. She avoided connecting with his gaze, focusing instead on the scratched stone flooring of the hotel. It took her a second to register that he'd mumbled what may have been a 'thank you' in her general direction and was now walking away without so much as a backward glance.