In all the time Sarah's been sitting here, has anyone provided her with the means of removing all that dirt, from her face or nails either one?
The person suddenly-enough sitting opposite her — after more than a few of these others have been given their chances to connect, or fail to connect, with the crime-fighting capoeira-crackerjack ghost therapist — is a familiar one, at least. He looks like he, too, has been having a hell of a night, from the black eye (presumably more affectation or Pthumerian interference than anything straightforward) to the three different shades of lipstick brushed against his shirtcollar, to the jaded ennui that gets cracked around the edges with genuine surprise at seeing her.
"You, too, huh?" he asks, dryly, fingers itching to roll a cigarette he doesn't have.
there's just no way at all this is the first encounter
The person suddenly-enough sitting opposite her — after more than a few of these others have been given their chances to connect, or fail to connect, with the crime-fighting capoeira-crackerjack ghost therapist — is a familiar one, at least. He looks like he, too, has been having a hell of a night, from the black eye (presumably more affectation or Pthumerian interference than anything straightforward) to the three different shades of lipstick brushed against his shirtcollar, to the jaded ennui that gets cracked around the edges with genuine surprise at seeing her.
"You, too, huh?" he asks, dryly, fingers itching to roll a cigarette he doesn't have.