Miranda's head snapped up at a noise. It sounded like a growling animal. ! Did they have animals down here? But then Oliver laughed and she belatedly understood it had been his stomach. "Cake?" She asked with a grimace...knowing full well he might decline the offer due to the sugar...and whatnots.

Her lower lip jutted out slightly at his insistance, but she was glad he would be able to go get changed. It didn't occur to her what people might think if they saw them all covered in blood and looking like they had been attacked by werewolves-

!!!!!!!!! She gaped. Werewolves! Sheesh! That would totally explain their injuries. Oh, this is bad, so very bad. Could this mean they had been...contaminated?

She shook her head to clear it. And then remembered Oliver was right. there. Her face stretched in a smile as he smirked at her. "Oh, okay. Yeah, a change of clothes. You really need it. You look like crap." She said with a full serious expression. And then took a bite of the cake.

Oh yeah, she couldn't come in. Hmh mhmh hmhmhmmm. "No worries!" She plopped down, sitting on the floor with her back against the cold stone wall. "I can wait for you." Now she smiled softly, looking up at the boy, "Take your time."

She'd accompany him if she could, seeing as he had actually woken up on the sofa. But that thought hadn't crossed her mind until now. How inconsiderate of her.