"It's still sensitive," she said, trying not to flinch away from the probing. She didn't have the aversion to touch that so many of her friends did, but the feel of anything poking at fresh scar tissue still felt weird. "But it doesn't hurt, exactly. Unless it gets poked really hard."
She made a face at the mention of antibiotics, but nodded. "That'd be nice. And hey, chicks dig scars, right?" One corner of her mouth quirked up as she echoed the words of so many of her Irwin friends, trying to match the cavalier tones of Shaun or Dave. Her heart clenched a little.
The devil-may-care smile died, replaced by a nonplussed look, her brows furrowed. "A sentient City in space. It held a press conference. And older you is in movies." She thought about it and nodded slowly, letting out her breath in a whistling exhale. "Okay. Well. I'm already a Fictional, we're supposed to believe in weird stuff." She clapped her hands, rubbing them together. "So should I just keep taking Advil? It helps except when things get really bad, but that's only on days when I take really long walks. Or when my dogs are being particularly vicious and vengeful."