She kept her leg against his and without sitting back forward she stretched her arm right out to reach the box. "I'm having one of these nicer donuts now though," she informed him.
As her hand got there, the sleeve of her shirt slipped up a couple inches, revealing for a moment a section of the pink scarring on her inner forearm, a blank space cut between her tattoos. She straightened, reaching out to pull the sleeve down and trying to act casual as she did so in case, as he might have seen nothing. She picked up the donut with her other hand. "My mouth tastes weird and peppery."