[that makes Mandy properly laugh herself] I had a friend who would have said something like that. I think he used blood for lipstick on more than one occasion.

[talking about Jack to someone who isn't Arthur, even in a vague sense is...she doesn't even know. Sometimes the nostalgia is a comfort in these moments, and sometimes it's the worst thing in all the bloody universe]

Don't tell me you're one of those heroic idiots who gets themselves even more fucked up helping other people. [but it's said...warmly. Because those people are better than she and Brian ever were, for all their talk of 'revolution'. She starts digging through her purse with her free arm--it's amazing how adept you become at multitasking when you have to run wardrobe and lights for a band while making sure all of them show up where they're needed]

At any rate, I've got some kleenex, if you want to clean up a bit until you can get checked out proper. [she says, holding out the tissues she found by feel while keeping her eyes on the path]