"Yeah, well. Some people find scars sexy so, there's that." She takes another sip at the water. It's helping, somewhat, but overall she still feels like shit. Not wanting to feel like shit, and a sort of morbid curiosity to see York (tempered with a fear of it, of having a witness to what she'd had to do), is what eventually gets her to stagger up onto her feet. She spares a moment to recover, her stomach and head both vying for attention, before she turns towards Connie.
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"Where to?"