Stacia is willing to accept whatever everybody else needs to do as long as the result is that they knock this shit off.

She waits until the other two have vanished into the crowd in opposite directions before shrinking back down to Homid so that she doesn't do anymore damage to her jumpsuit. At least the Rite of Dedication she'd grudgingly performed on her Jorgmund-provided underwear had worked, so she's not reduced to complete rags and nudity.

She grabs some paper napkins off of the table and wipes her blood up off the floor before shuffling off to another corner with her tatters and her wad of bio-hazard.