Mustang eventually got out of bed, where she was sleeping alone. She hadn't worked in weeks, and looked bedraggled and tired. Normally putting on make up was how she started her day, it was part of what sold her, but she hadn't been anywhere near it all week, any more than she'd been outside.
She was pale and drawn, her dark hair knotted. When Mustang opened the door, the starkness of her complexion and the dark rings under her eyes became obvious. "You came? Why?"