"I'd do it fucking voluntarily so I didn't kill one or the other of you," she admitted, doing him the honor of not wincing when the shirts came off.

Yeah, that was about what she'd seen in the mirror when she checked her own back. Fuck. "At this rate we'll have matching scars, won't that be all cutesy and shit?" she snorted and went to snag her first aid kit from one of the roof units.