"Yeah, I noticed that, too." She took a seat at his table and ran a hand through her hair. There was something comforting about the familiar feeling of grime there. At least nobody'd decided to give her a bath while she was unconscious. She was already unhappy enough with the idea of surgery without her consent. That would just have been the crappy topping on the cake.

"What are we going to do?" Because cooperate wasn't really an option, as far as she was concerned.