"Yeah," answers Allison with a heavy sigh, "Very."
She wipes away the condensation when she joins Tess at the mirror, towel wrapped securely about her body, and pulls a face. That pinkish scar from a likely botched post-gunshot-wound surgery is... probably never going to fade. And while she should be thankful the Barge is forgiving of the manner of one's death and therefore she isn't thoroughly covered in bullet holes, she's always been just vain enough to care about exactly what's right in front of her in the mirror.
At least she's managed to lift a few skincare products from the spa. No comparison to the expensive shit she's used to, but it's better than nothing. She starts by patting toner onto her cheeks, forehead, chin, and neck.
"And now I work in a fucking spa. Because, you know, I trained for years just to give shitty manicures mostly to myself."
feel free to have tess notice the scar if that's... a thing tess would notice
She wipes away the condensation when she joins Tess at the mirror, towel wrapped securely about her body, and pulls a face. That pinkish scar from a likely botched post-gunshot-wound surgery is... probably never going to fade. And while she should be thankful the Barge is forgiving of the manner of one's death and therefore she isn't thoroughly covered in bullet holes, she's always been just vain enough to care about exactly what's right in front of her in the mirror.
At least she's managed to lift a few skincare products from the spa. No comparison to the expensive shit she's used to, but it's better than nothing. She starts by patting toner onto her cheeks, forehead, chin, and neck.
"And now I work in a fucking spa. Because, you know, I trained for years just to give shitty manicures mostly to myself."