"If I get my hands on more string and beads with letters on them, I'll make you a bracelet that says 'asshole' on it," she snarks, knowing that they both know she's not joking.

No Watson, which is a little disappointing, she kind of wanted to get her stitches checked out while she was here. But no matter, she could do this herself. Darcy gets him to put her down on the examination table and directs him to retrieve the right kind of tape. Hyper-extensions of the knee were common enough injuries in fencing, she'd seen the taping for it at least a dozen times. Hopefully she could remember how to do it.

"I guess," she rolls her sweatpants up, wrinkling her nose at the fact she hadn't shaved. The tape was going to hurt like hell when it needed to come off, but that was a problem for future Darcy. "what's your point?"