Or she could have blamed herself for her shitty eyesight, no big. Considering she was in dire need of glasses anyway, and she only had one to use (but she still wore the bejeweled eyepatch with a ridiculous amount of pride, okay), she was, uh...having some trouble lately.
Suck on my toes, Marrowood.
Kenzi wasn't carrying anything important aside from a trendy frappe, covered with every shaving and topping from the coffee shop Anna did her duties at. Because sugary overdoses were going to be her substitute boozy things, thanks to Marrowood's AA. Which only consisted of her and Hookdaddy. "It's cool, bro," she shrugged, then squinted. She hadn't seen this dude before. "You the new guy? Doc?"