Alright, well, he's pretty sure she could find some scissors if she had a look, but that works as well. He's not fussy.

"Nice," he answers, looking it over. Looks good. And this time it's not soaked in blood, so that's good. (He's trying very hard to stay positive and not think too much about the events of the night.)

Dylan hops to his feet again, and heads over to the sink to try the water. He takes a sip right from the tap, and then pulls back making a disgusted face. "Nope. No thanks. Let's find something," he says, shaking his head a bit and then sticking his tongue out. Whether it's the water itself that's gross, or just his werewolf aversion to clean water, well, who knows.