[Her gaze softens, and it's not just the from the touch on her arm. That brusque departure from normal pleasantries couldn't be more reassuring to someone of her history; and if there's a point where she'll stop being surprised by these things, Sal hasn't yet found it. She stands still and allows Anathema a chance to look her over.
As for herself, she can't muster up a laugh or a friendly hug. Her head's messed up, more so than her body, but the cuts and scrapes and signs of fighting are obvious. She reaches in her jacket to her side, comes away with a small amount of blood.]
Next time I'll promise to shower first.
[All the potential, cutting sarcasm is dulled back, and she grins a little instead.]
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As for herself, she can't muster up a laugh or a friendly hug. Her head's messed up, more so than her body, but the cuts and scrapes and signs of fighting are obvious. She reaches in her jacket to her side, comes away with a small amount of blood.]
Next time I'll promise to shower first.
[All the potential, cutting sarcasm is dulled back, and she grins a little instead.]