"You always need to ask the question," she said from the bathroom, vaguely amused, capitalizing the Q in her head. Her hand shook the second time she tried to deal with the gash, and threw the q-tips she'd been trying to use in the sink. Fuck it. Grabbing a gauze pad and an anti-infection cream, she taped it over her eye, hissing between clenched teeth at the sting.

Ignoring the rest of the mostly minor cuts, she walked back into the living room, pulling her sleeves up. "It was meant to be synthetic skin. It works with a binary gas." And he really didn't need more of her secrets than he already had, so she crossed her arms, frowning up at him. "What are you doing here, Dent?"