"You look like hell," Fujiko finished for him and dove into her various pockets looking for bandages to touch him up. The ones on his chest didn't look too nasty, just added to his rough exterior but his hands... She hadn't even seen Lupin get his hands that cut up. Of course Lupin needed his hands for diffent purposes. Without the ability to pick locks or escape handcuffs, he wasn't much of the grandson of Arsene Lupin the first.

She began cleaning his hands, stopping him from tidying and paused to cautiously glance up at him with big brown eyes. She swallowed nervously and apologized, "Sorry... instinct." And continued tying them up anyway.