Dido twists her face in distaste. "That can't be sanitary..."

She snaps her fingers. "Ooh, I know! We could make you some custom bandaids! Like, bandaids were first invented by this doctor for her wife, because she kept cutting herself while chopping food. They're just a patch of gauze stuck to a sliver of tape, place on wax paper for quick use."

She pauses. "Admittedly, they'd have to be very tiny. But I could I've got cutting tools for etching microcircuits. Want me to make you a batch?"