Hale is a supportive friend even when Lori is covered in blood and still has manic bloodlust in her eyes.
“But look, she still brought you a gift for your house party, and I’m sure she’ll be fine after a moment with a glass of water” Hale explains enthusiastically. He hands you the pink gift bag.
“Squish! Squish!” Lori adds, clenching her sharply clawed hand in the air, clearly lost in thought. It’s a bit unsettling. You’re holding the bag but you aren’t sure you want to open it.
Oh well, you suppose it must be something thoughtful. You step aside and let them know there’s water in the fridge.