Michael nodded agreeably, taking another drink. "Bit puffy. But pretty, under all that." Of course, she'd been crying almost the entire time he'd talked to her last. And he'd been freaking out too much to really judge her looks. "Dunno what I want. Whatever she wants, I guess. Not my place. And she..." He looked around the room uncertainly. He'd forgotten what he was going to say. More beer was the solution. He poured himself another glass.