Candy rolled her eyes, lifting up the hem of her tanktop to wipe her mouth. She turned around so he wouldn't get a glimpse of her bra. As she did so, her shirt rode high, showing him the latticework scars on her back, faint, but still visible. Maybe eight to ten small lines, making an odd crosshatch patter along the middle of her back were visible to him before she pulled her shirt down and turned back around.
"So. We're done now, yes? Do you want me to try to get you a shower, or are you okay as you are? I mean, you're probably going to try to get out in what, a week?"