"Sweetheart, I have walked this earth since time out of motherfucking mind," she replied, giving him the blank face. "Just because I don't like most of them, doesn't mean I don't understand them."
She knelt down next to him, twisting her fingers in his hair. Some of her human mask feel away, leaving her face the color of bleached bone, her eyes a solid black. "How's the stomach?" she asked, her voice echoing slightly. "Enjoying my hospitality?"