[Of course she's tired of talking shop, but only in that she wishes there was something else to talk about instead of the endless shitty things that keep getting dumped in their lap. She'd like to go back to that first week, where her biggest worry was finding enough for everyone to eat, not... wondering if a child has died or been turned into some kind of monster.
She's very Max when she opens the door, red lipstick, perfect eyeliner, despite the fact she's never bothered to actually search out any physical cosmetics in this city. It's a defense, in a way, sinking back into a familiar rigidity when everything else is so terrifying.]
You look terrible. [Not a joke, not an attempt at lightness, she's just stating a fact, though she steps back to let him inside, if he has the urge to slough his way in.] I already know.
[Already noticed. Already looked. Already found nothing.]
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She's very Max when she opens the door, red lipstick, perfect eyeliner, despite the fact she's never bothered to actually search out any physical cosmetics in this city. It's a defense, in a way, sinking back into a familiar rigidity when everything else is so terrifying.]
You look terrible. [Not a joke, not an attempt at lightness, she's just stating a fact, though she steps back to let him inside, if he has the urge to slough his way in.] I already know.
[Already noticed. Already looked. Already found nothing.]