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Sarah, looking a bit rumpled, and a bit like she'd slept in a booth -mostly because she had- was currently perched at the bar with a hand mirror, a bag of cotton balls and a bottle of peroxide, finally taking care of the myriad of scratches along her face and arms.

Aside from the general rumpled-ness, she did seem to be in a better mood than she had been the day before, but that was because she'd gotten to set things on fire, setting things on fire made everything better. Or at least put it all into perspective.

She'd probably enjoy company, despite the death glare.