Jack was in rare form today. Ready to get out and play with some people. He'd told Crane that he would lay low, but he thought that as long as he didn't run around with the makeup on, he didn't have a lot to worry about. Nobody really looked at him twice with his current appearance. His hair was longish and shaggy, but clean. His clothes were average - a pair of jeans he'd stolen and a band t-shirt proclaiming to the world that he loved something called a Black Veil Bride.
He nearly ran into the bird as he strolled through the throngs of people. He didn't recognize her at first, what with the hair and the gaunt look about her. She seemed hardened. Tougher.
That could be fun.
"Well, pretty girl, ain't seen you in a while. You look like shit. I don't like the brown hair, either. Blonde suits you much better."