"Hello...you look like you went a round with Logan in the woods." Rachel noted. Ace was a hell of a lot more interesting than the bits and ends she'd found in the subway, so of course the girl got her attention.
"Do you want me to pull the stuff out of your hair at least?"
"..." Honestly, she isn't sure what to ask about first, out of all of that.
"The stuff?" She goes with, because she's not sure what some bloke named Logan is doing out on the hill (it being the place with anything like a 'woods'), or why she'd look like she'd been in a fight.
"You've got...smoke. Soot, bits of dirt and trees I think. Maybe even grit..." she really couldn't tell for sure without getting to look closer but..."you've got hair long enough that it'll be hard to get it all out." one reason she kept hers so very, very short.
She could go with the flow of what a person was comfortable with.
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He got her alcohol that once. And hasn't been that much of a git. Except for that once, with the blood, and the crazy.
She shrugs, a touch sullenly.
"I am." She says, sticking to monosyllables.
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Like it's his fault.
She can't glare at the people who's fault it is.
Cowards won't show their faces.
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"Do you want me to pull the stuff out of your hair at least?"
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"The stuff?" She goes with, because she's not sure what some bloke named Logan is doing out on the hill (it being the place with anything like a 'woods'), or why she'd look like she'd been in a fight.
A fight with flamethrowers, sure.
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She could go with the flow of what a person was comfortable with.
If she concentrated anyway.
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