> > Shawn knew words would be useless. He leaned forward and silently
> > squeezed her shoulder for a moment before leaning back.
> 
> Lysia pats Shawn's hand, "Ah don't worry about me, I became one of the
> faceless horde an object of pity and curiosity."  She twists her foot on
> the gas pedal, "With remarkable taste in shoes and great legs below the
> knee's, the rest of it's pretty scary."
> 
> One side of her mouth pulls back in a lopsided grin, that eerie cupie doll
> symmetry about her is thrown askew.

"The exterior is not the person, Jez. You're not faceless. I see your face
and you don't scare me."

His voice is not full of pity or anything like that. 

Shawn