“You look like the Fat Lady sat on you.” She said with a shudder, jamming her hands into the pockets of her jacket and rocking back on her heels. “And by that, I mean... You look like hell or better yet, like death warmed over.” A light smirk touched her lips but she didn’t say anything further. There was a million and one ways she could probably continue to comment on the poor sonofabitch’s appearance but for now, she opted to bite her tongue.












