[when she lifts her hair to show him Ben has to squint to see it - but it's easy enough to recognize, and the frown deepens as he leans back]

Of course. Fuckin' animals. [it's mostly muttered to himself, and he carefully sets the bowl down with the flesh hand. It'd be pretty embarrassing to crush it, after all.

...] If this bothers you, you don't have to talk about it, you know. You can give me the short version if it's easier.