What'd you say your name was again?

her nose wrinkles in the disgust of a small child whose just seen somebody chew with their mouth open--or, you know, other unfathomably disgusting things like that.

"i'll never understand the appeal of--of looking and smelling like you just crawled out of an ash tray. if this is modern fashion, i'd rather walk around in those awful rubber crocs and a sack. even those are better than looking so--you know. awful."