" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. " from Johnny :))
Vera supposes there could be worse people to have stuck in her brain, though Johnny is definitely a terrible choice. He is insufferable, way more insufferable than she is, to be frank. She hated him not too long ago-- but how could she be blamed, when their first interaction involved him smacking her, threatening her? Now, she still doesn't like him, but... it's a little better. Somehow.
She's slamming and locking the door of her apartment shut, rushing over to the restroom. She turns the cold water on and starts scrubbing at her face, her hands. No, she's not haunted by her actions of murder-- those fucking Tyger Claws got exactly what was coming, especially since they're the ones who picked the fight with her in the first place. Still, she hisses in annoyance and pain as she cleans off blood from a particularly nasty cut on her arm.
Johnny flickers into sight out of the corner of her eye, leaning all too comfortably against her closet door. His comment-- compliment?-- catches her off guard. What the fuck? Poor guy is probably going a little insane, considering she's the only one he can really talk to. Then again... he's not wrong. She does look good covered in blood, especially if it's not her own. "Spendin' too much time with me, startin' to think I'm pretty. Don't have to kiss my ass, Johnny. Still gonna let you have your little reunion with Rogue."
