"Ah, okay, well... that's good, I guess." She supposed she should have figured he would have more clothes, but hearing from Murphy himself that he indeed did have a few spares was mildly relieving to her, though a grimace forms as he attempts to wipe his face off. Holy shit, she really did manage to hit nearly every inch of him.

Thinking, for a few moments, she tries to see if she can remember any easy solutions of getting the ink out; she always did have trouble cutting off the ink sacs of octopus, as a child. However, the thought of ink, and how she associated it with a certain incident threatened to creep among her thoughts. Cutting off that train of thought immediately, LB rubs at her head roughly, laughing again as she did so.

"I... I wish I knew how to help, I do, but - you should probably really go clean off what you can."