"Ah, shut up," she muttered again, closing her eyes. It was hard for her, to have someone ELSE know who she was, what she looked like under the mask. It wasn't like everyone else who wore a mask: they could demean her, take what she knew and understood the last few years and take that away, make her a child.

She took a long breath, and let her mind be quiet a moment. It was like a Samurai Jack moment for her: there was nothing but stillness, there was nothing but the running water, and there was nothing she could do but relax her body, no insults or back talk.