"A cuff," she agrees, nodding thoughtfully. "Yes, that would likely work."

She lifts the front tail of her coat, wipes the glasses off carefully before handing them back, ignoring the dark splotch it creates. Water evaporates, after all; in such small quantities, it won't take too long. "Will it be easier, if I find something already in the right approximate shape?" she asks curiously.

As she's doing so, she turns on the spot, looking for the path by which she arrived here, staunchly ignoring the water itself. When she has it she glances back toward Gene, indicates the direction with a question in her expression.