"Yeah, this? Is so not funny?" Max retorted after his little joke about school pictures. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder in support and glanced at the bruises on his face out of the corner of her eye. She was going to have to bring him back down to her room before she went looking for any first aid supplies.
She shook her head. "I'm not sure that fine is the word I'd use to describe your state," she said dryly. Turning around briefly, she remembered the car. "Cloak the car? You have to do it, I don't want to have to pat you down to find the right place to press on the suit." Dana would probably skin her alive.
"Then we can talk about your dreg," Max said. "Because I don't think I get the killing to improve things motive. I'm waiting for the day the freaks of the week figure out how much that doesn't work."