[Faith strides into the kitchen, hair pulled uncharacteristically back into a ponytail and dressed in training sweats. She's sweaty and red in the face and is actually going for a bottle of water over sugar or alcoholic drinks.
When she finally notices Reid trying to mate with the couch she hovers nervously for a moment; she hadn't seen him in person since she stabbed him and the last time they talked didn't end well.]
You look like shit.
[She's growing, not grown. Obviously her social skills haven't improved much.]
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Date: 2010-02-12 01:37 am (UTC)When she finally notices Reid trying to mate with the couch she hovers nervously for a moment; she hadn't seen him in person since she stabbed him and the last time they talked didn't end well.]
You look like shit.
[She's growing, not grown. Obviously her social skills haven't improved much.]