[ She's on her way out - freshly fed, and with a little package of chocolates tucked into her bag because she's not immune to impulse buys - when she spots Jack ducking into the store and lurking in the window, somehow looking worse than when she'd first met him fresh out of hospital. She takes a second just to watch before she strides up to him, the clatter of her heels on the floor purposefully loud to let him know someone's coming. ]
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Well, you look like shit.