[ He locks the door behind them, more for peace of mind than anything. He doubts anyone's followed Fiona if she's made it this far in her shape, but it's a good habit to have, anyway. A good habit used by him to stop Fiona from getting into his room, actually. He almost laughs, but instead just shakes his head, reaching for the light switch and shit.
It doesn't look, at first glance, like she has a whole lot of open wounds, but the scuffle she's been in is apparently way worse than he had previously thought. ]
Christ. Are you working as their fucking attack dog, or something?
[ He runs a critical eye over the state of her neck, then nods towards the chair by the vanity. Because fat fucking chance he'll let her have the comfort of the couch. She's a mess. ]
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It doesn't look, at first glance, like she has a whole lot of open wounds, but the scuffle she's been in is apparently way worse than he had previously thought. ]
Christ. Are you working as their fucking attack dog, or something?
[ He runs a critical eye over the state of her neck, then nods towards the chair by the vanity. Because fat fucking chance he'll let her have the comfort of the couch. She's a mess. ]