"What do you think that could be?" Delphine asked as she watched him slip the little yellow stone into his pocket. They all walked back in the house and Del slipped her boots off and took her bloody jacket off. She offered to take all their jackets and anything else covered in gore so she could try to wash them out once everyone was back inside and huddling in the living room by the fireplace.<br/><br/>"It's really not so bad, Charlie. You get used to it." She said with a small grin as Hoss patted his shoulder. Del had mostly been a social drinker and rarely drank on her own and didn't typically get drunk, so the lack of liquor in the house really didn't bother her at all. In fact, the only alcohol she'd seen in the house was for cleaning wounds and drinking the stuff was definitely not advisable. After meeting Hoss, Del had gone a little crazy with her newfound freedom and would often go for drinks with Charles where she would get to the point where she could hardly stand, meaning Hoss would have to drag them away from the bar.<br/><br/>Del agreed that a bath sounded really nice, both to clean up and get warm again, but decided to let others go first so she could get their jackets cleaned and drying before they left, otherwise the stains would likely set and become impossible to get out. So she simply set out to work on that, carefully soaking and scrubbing each garment completely clean before wringing it out and hanging it to dry somewhere in the furnace room.