[ She notices that! Honestly, it's pretty weird that a dog knows how to accurately clean and dress an (admittedly minor) human wound—but, then again, there's so much weirdness inherent to accepting a talking dog in the first place that Kuro doesn't feel like it's worth getting hung up on the details.

So, she doesn't! Instead, she pushes herself up onto her feet again, shaking off her rumpled uniform skirt as she does. It's only then that she notices Dylan's eyes have landed on her junk pile. ]

Hm...? [ She sets her hands on her hips, cocks her head. ] Oh— I don't really know what most of that is, to be honest. So, whatever you're thinking, it's probably right.

[ She's already separated out the only items that have any apparent worth to her—that is, the knife and the axe. ]