Daniel went behind the counter. He grabbed a handful of towels and tossed them at Gerald before parsing out a few for himself. There was a roll of tape under the counter in a box of miscellany. First, he wrapped his left forearm in terrycloth. Then he looped tape around it and tore it with his teeth. "This should hold it in place."

The next arm wrap was clumsy, but he managed to make a decently thick sleeve for himself.

"Here." He offered his assistance, just because four hands were easier than two.

"Ready?"