Grinning from ear to ear like a child eager to show off their shiny new toy, Paige leaned forward, palms down flat on the table. "Ah can shed mah skin. Tear it right off." She drew back and took a bite from her sandwich. Most people might find that disgusting, but she thought it was damn awesome.
"It's called huskin'. Really ain't as gruesome as ya might think. Ah end up with a new layer every time, and it doesn't even have ta be skin. Could be stone or rubber or..." chuckling, she gestured toward her blue-colored tray, "this plastic even. Whatever Ah want it ta be."