[Practical. Winry can appreciate that, or could, before the Flare hit. Now she studies the scarf in her hands for a few seconds, thinking how easy it might be to be turned into a weapon. In the end, she wraps it around her face as Maedhros suggested.]

Don't let anyone do anything stupid.

[...]

Even me.

[Was that permission to Maedhros to kill her if it came to it? Maybe.]