[She limps her way over to the cabinets, flipping through for anything she had left after the battle the day before. Setting up a small tray for her leg, Lupin's shoulder. The Green Jacket she'd been carrying for the entirety of the chase was tucked into her belt. She'd done that as to not lose it, because all the effort to find the damn thing would be pointless if that tentacled beast got it's hands on it.
While she works she looks back over her shoulder. Blinks.]
no subject
While she works she looks back over her shoulder. Blinks.]
Is what, Lupin?