Only when Allison reaches for her moisturizer does her gaze wander toward Tess, in the mirror, and it strikes her sort of funny that here they are, just two hardened women with the literal battle scars to prove it. She doubts Tess is anywhere near as vain as she is, but she refrains from asking just the same.

"I transferred the second I found out I could." Eyes back to her own reflection, she works the moisturizer into her cheeks, under her eyes, along the slope of her throat. "Nobody goes in there. Like, ever. I don't even know why it exists, much less why it needs more than one 'employee.'" She makes air quotes with one hand, just to get that across. "But I figured I'd rather do that than be a janitor. No offense."