When he stooped down she felt compelled to open the non-injured eye to peer at him curiously. Because she was cheeky, even now, exhausted and emotionally drained but still inexplicably wired as she was, her irises expanded unnaturally fast to take up nearly her whole eye before settling to something about the size of Japanese circle lenses. The colors changed too, a bright amber to seaglass green, then she blinked, and a pattern like a monarch's wing stayed there, shifting slightly with every breath she took.
"You always such a charmer or are you just breaking my bad luck streak?" This time she grinned, not caring when a few fresh drops of blood welled up out of her cut, the sharp pain an unwelcome companion to the throbbing around her eye. Calm and too casual, all things considering, but what were the standards for getting in a brawl with your oldest friend that made you contemplate your place in the world anyway?
Briar snorted, "Put it up by the register. I'll pick it up." She reached up to yank her beanie off, running a tense hand through her already messy curls before shoving it back on her head in a way that was even more lopsided than before. "The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast," Her jacket was zipped up, her other eye opening slowly so she could look up at the sky through the leaves as she nodded, "For the times they are a-changin’" With tired sing-song line fading in the air she stood, unabashedly using his shoulder to do so, and ignoring the dragging sound of her boots in the dirt as she sighed again - shoulders straightening to her unimpressive height. For a moment, she considered making herself taller, but discarded it just as quickly. This was almost her actual self, and that would usually make her uncomfortable around him, but for some reason the fucked up face helped.