Nux is beside himself. His lips are worse than chapped, they're scarred as if someone was trying to turn his face into a cartoon skull with a knife. The lines slicing through both lips have healed thick and obvious, and his previous calls for chapstick seem ridiculously naive now.

He dealt with the scars on his chest a little bit better, all things considered. Those actually looked kind of cool, in the shape of an engine and all. But this is on his face, can't be hidden with a shirt, so he finds himself looking for anything to cover it up, even if the result looks even more ridiculous.

He has a napkin tied around his lower face when he draws near Kirara, looking like some kind of suited culinary bandit. He's trying to make his way to the men's room where he can look at it again and try to get used to yet another drastic change in his appearance. Maybe if he practices enough, he can use the powers he still has thanks to Albero's modifications and disguise it, but it would take a lot of continuous effort and thought.

Maybe not too much.

He focuses all his attention on smoothing out the skin around his mouth, and he thinks it's working, but he's so distracted that he doesn't see where he's going. The young bald man with the napkin tied around his face walks right into a splendid vision in yellow, and when he sees who it is, he greets her with a wordless, panicked yelp.