Indeed, she didn't look entirely convinced of Murphy's assurance, but she wasn't about to say anything on it either and possibly make this already awkward situation worse. A short giggle passes while LB lifts a hand to rub at the back of her neck.

"Yeah, um... I'm really sorry about that." Yes, she already apologized, but she was really bad about apologizing more than she needed to. "Obviously, I don't have anything that would fit you, but - ah... I'll keep my eye open for some kind of cleaning supplies."

The brief thought of offering him instant noodles came up, in her mind, but even LB realized that getting out of ink soaked clothes were probably just a little more important than eating food that might make him feel better.