[Her immediate thought is that she can't fault the man for his choice of clothing. The hairstyle could leave a girl wanting, but at least it wasn't silver. Hazel eyes watching him critically as he comes closer, her attention drifting from the large chest he carried then back to the darker skin of the left side of his face.

Fingers remove themselves from the right side of her face, revealing a single long scratch less than an inch from the corner of her mouth, the blood oozing thick from the wound.]

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