Steph grimaces. She's not sure she could have avoided an ankle-biting either way.

Carefully she rolls the hem of her jeans up and her socks down, revealing a very ugly-looking bite mark. At least it's only bleeding enough to leave a small mark on her socks. The cuts are wide rather than deep. She starts picking threads and one or two tiny ceramic chips out of it.

"Can't be sure, but I don't want to think too hard about what coffee is in relation to mug biology." Is it clothes? Is it their blood?

"Could you grab a napkin for me? If I can make it stop hurting long enough to focus I can heal myself." She'll need to make sure there's nothing stuck in her hand, either.