[In Sam's room, Emily pokes around at anywhere that looks like it might be hiding clothes, only half paying attention to Chris. (Clothes are important, okay. Choosing what to wear deserves more attention than she's giving it, so Chris should consider himself lucky she's not ignoring him altogether.)

There's not much of a selection, but at least Sam's taste in clothes isn't terrible. It takes Emily a surprisingly short amount of time to pick a shirt (a green top with three-quarter sleeves) and slip into it, careful not to rip off the makeshift bandage on her shoulder. The shirt fits well enough that it seems like it'll help keep the bandage in place, so that's a plus.

She's tugging the hem of it as far down as it'll go as she walks back into the kitchen.] I don't even want to know what 'everything else' means.

[She takes a moment to inspect her sleeves, wrinkling her nose as she turns her arms and looks at the fabric, the seams, the color. At least it's clean. Also, it's something to do to buy herself time to think of what to say next. Mike was here, but he got lost in the blizzard, and this is the first time something like this has happened. Okay? It's not like she hopes he's dead, but she's not entirely sure she wants to see him.].

What a fucking shitshow. [Of course, she means all of the shit they've been through, but Chris can take it as he wants. She could totally be talking about the shirt, after all.]

So that's it. He's just gone now. [She rolls her eyes.] Couldn't even bother to stick around so I could rip him a new one.

[Typical.]