TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
Clem went from looking real pleased with everything, to looking less pleased with everything. But she was still vain and confident enough not to turn tail and run on account of Shane being surly. Instead of going she walked into the cell on those heels, and she sat herself down on the corner of Graham's bunk, as if sitting there was some god-given right that nothing could take from her.
She stretched her legs out in front of herself, and she crossed them at the ankles, and she looked up at the shirtless man that was chopping his hair off. She looked for a few seconds, ignoring scars and signs of a life that was harder than hers had ever even thought of being. Then, after a spell, she looked down at her new dress. "The zombie folk don't bleed real pretty red like this," she finally said. "You're just being ornery. Want help with that?"
Not that she had any experience cutting hair. She didn't have a lot of experience doing much useful that wasn't learned in medical school or the firehouse. But how hard could it be? Anyway, she expected him to say no. Man didn't trust her enough to want her holding some scissors near his throat.