[Kamala calls her little buddy over so she can clean his muzzle off. Once it's done, she leaves the dirty rag by the sink because she's a teen. They're a mess. She washes her hands a second later with cold water in quick succession. Her indignant snort can be heard loud and clear from the bathroom.] You think shipping is grown up? Because you literally just described shipping.

[She emerges with wet hands and heads for Frank.] This is going to be super weird, but will probably work so roll with it, okay?

[One hand glows until it's just big enough to cover his eye. She sticks it against the bruise by extending the arm attached to it unnaturally. She walks over to take a seat beside him, letting some of the length go until she's settled.] Better?