"Do you need blood?" Judith's face isn't entirely visible; she hasn't showered yet, it's clear, so speaking of blood there's plenty of faint smears of it around her mouth, which is all that she's letting show as she sits somewhere dim. "I'm fine. Good enough to be a travelling snack bar--we got the guy, Godric, and stopped the bombs. So that's why I'm being such a fucking smart mouth, I guess."