[MAN THAT BURGER, SURE TASTES LIKE UNRESOLVED EMOTIONAL ISSUES, HUH.]

I can't even if I'd want to. ...and I don't.

[Alexis presents their right wrist, pulling back the sleeve; there's the hints of tooth marks, barely healed scratches, but those are quickly recovered. The scar presented is horizontal, crossing the bottom of their wrist, and oddly clean. It looks...old.]

No soul, see? Can't be bothered about things that get in the way anymore.