Investigative skills

The chatter continued. I walked down the side of the room, looking, and found myself staring at a young woman, roughly my age. Her expression had caught my eye, angry, but it was her natural resting face. She reminded me of a girl from my patrol group, Camisola. I moved closer, studying her.

"I see we found someone Glory Girl rates at least a thirteen," Imp commented.

"Her hair," I said.

"What about it?" Imp asked.

"It was cut recently. A lot of these others, they have shaggier hair, or you can tell where they had haircuts before but the hair grew in."

*****

With some consideration, as I flew by, Withdrawal hanging off of the outside of the shelving, we slapped a few more for good measure. I took note of one guy because his knuckles were raw and misshapen like he'd thrown too many punches recently.

- Dying 15.2