"Nah." She grins, all raw and vulnerable and wasted. Syg's spikes are coming along clumsily, but she has her tracing. As long as she stays in the lines she drew half-sober it's all fine.

It's not her jumpsuit hanging around her waist that makes her feel naked. It's the empty holes in her face and the space in her blonde hair that's missing blue. But she has to cope, right? She has to learn to be Shrike and not Libby, because Libby is stupid and useless and probably somehow did something to make her lose Nikolai and Syg.

"Whatev. I'm fucked up anyway." She is bandaged a lot--wrapped around her left arm, hidden on her ear under her hair, right hand splinted awkwardly. There are bruises on her pale skin and feathers missing from her arms and back. It hasn't been a good couple of weeks. "Why, you want me to do you too?"