Kay nodded but she also knew she didn't think she'd get over killing someone any time soon. She was usually such a pacifist. She then nodded again at his question, "yeah, I think so" she replied, before realising that Fia was in the doorway the whole time which made her bundle up and hide herself in John even more. Fia looked at her dad when she was addressed and gave a small smile, "yeah I know where it is, I'll be right back" she confirmed, knowing that the rooms didn't really change when she came along. She left the cell area and went upstairs seeing the others all back. Telling them about her mum though could wait, right now she needed to get clothing for her mother. Jogging off to her dad's room, getting there and going inside. 

Looking in there she saw how it was different to what she knew. In her time, it had been well established that her parents shared the same room, but here and now it was still very much just John's room. It reminded her that her parents were still in the early stages of a relationship blooming. Walking over to his wardrobe, she opened it and saw as per usual, he had several of the same shirt, making her smirk to herself, "you're so predictable dad" she muttered to herself fondly, grabbing one of his shirts off the hanger, knowing full be just long enough for her mother to wear to keep her dignity. She then walked out of the room and looked in the other rooms to find any hint of one being Kay's room, eventually finding it and seeing it was what will become her room. 

Walking in, she grabbed a pair of Kay's leggings and then ran downstairs, all the way down to the cell and walking in, holding out the clothes. "Here ya go" she said. 

Chas helped Drake sit down then grabbed the first aid kit that was still on the coffee table from the last injury. "let's see to your wounds shall we?" He suggested, seeing out the corner of his eye Fia running around but didn't question it.