[ Ashton follows, not wasting any energy on resisting, and sits down where she points to. It's... odd, to not feel sore. A lesser man might have some bruised or broken bones, but when he sits it's without any irritation.
Though the collar of his shirt is pulled loose because of heavy tugging, so he keeps fidgeting with it because he doesn't like the way it hangs. ] I can do... [ A beat, with a resigned sort of chuckle. ] I guess I can't, since I can't see myself.
--do I really look that bad? [ Someone hasn't even done so much as glance in a window. ]