What look? I don't know what I look like, I don't have a mirror.

[ Deny, deny, deny, even if she knows what he's talking about.

But even as she's doing that, she does reach out to grab his wrist loosely. Of course he could shake her off without trying, and she isn't even holding onto him that hard, it's just... kind of nice. Anchoring. Proving to herself that he's really here and not some elaborate muscled hallucination. ]

Maybe I'm just surprised. I thought I was on my own here.