"Looks like you aren't the only one who isn't alone in there, then..." He scowls. The nanites were bad enough, this is fucking overkill, as far as he's concerned. Is a little bodily integrity too much to ask??

"You got blood," he says as an afterthought, tapping his own face to mirror the path of it down her lip.

He downs another fifth of the bottle.

"Anyway. Here's hoping we can smoke it out like this, before it gets any worse." As if it hasn't already become 'worse'- when Levi hasn't showered in days you know 'worse' is a point that's been reached. "Or drown it."