What? How does she have good fingers? Christine isn't sure whether to find the notion amusing or strange. Maybe it can be both. She merely hums in response and continues stitching his skin while contemplating that this man is a strange one. She feels she should attribute his behavior to the blood loss, but what if this is his normal mode of operation?

"So what's your name anyway?" she asks in order to keep his mind occupied. And because it's something she should probably know so she can bill him for this.