[Last time someone wagged a lighter around her, she got a sick arm burn.

Boy, it would be nice to go back to that. Before everything went to shit, worse than before.

She rolls his eyes; it's hard to dispute those very eyes aren't lined with purpled exhaustion.]

Must've been pretty bad, if you still look like ass all these months later.

[But there's not quite as much venom in that as her usual.

Instead, she cocks her head to the side.]

What happened then? Is that the reason you're here?