"You don't smell like a fucking machine shop." Jessica lowered her head and rubbed at the tension in her face. She could barely think straight anymore. After sucking in a shaky breath, she dropped her hands to her knees and forced herself up from the bench, mask held loosely between her fingers. "I'm going to go clean myself up," she mumbled over her shoulder before giving the blue screen one final look. Definitely broken, she thought. "See you around." Nick was still an asshole, but at least she didn't blast his balls off.