[i]Jason just grumbled, fuсking off to a corner of his own, where he promptly and unceremoniously sat down. He leaned into the wall behind him, eyes sliding shut. He was planning on catching some sleep. MJ looked up at Ry with a wide and friendly smile, her two grey-silver eyes shining and shimmering with childlike joy, despite all the shit that had happened. She had a few droplets of dried up blood on her left cheek, faded and smeared out.[/i] "Hi! I'm Jeanne. Or Jeannette. Who are you? Can I call you pretty lady?"