queenofweapons:

^{[ The engineer hummed lightly, staying quiet for a long moment as her attention went fully to Whitney’s wound; she could definitely do something with it, fix it, but she would have preferred if a doctor came over to see the damage. ]}

So— what happened? And I’m not talking about this bruise.

[ Whitney breathed a laugh, smirking slightly ] You mean my face? [ She asks, raising an eyebrow in Tasha’s direction ] Pretty, isn’t it? I look a lot older, though…

Would you believe me if I said magic? Because it was magic. No amount of plastic surgery could look this good.