[With a mild start, she glances at him, and then the bandanna.]

Oh... no, it's okay. You might need it for... something else. [At least she seems to be calm enough to consider the potential for other more serious injuries needing tending to? But her tone carries a heaviness with it, as if admitting that much has only just proved that everything is terribly wrong. There's no going back anymore.

She holds it out to him again with a solemn expression.]

If... If we're all here, and none of us remember what happened... What do we do?