Phoebe's an unfamiliar sight as she enters, a hood pulled up over her head. As soon as she's in the comfort of the familiar room she pulls it back, letting it fall to her shoulders and revealing the black marks streaked across her face. She looks like she's wearing black gloves, but upon further inspection it seems they're not gloves but her own flesh - as dark as shadows from the elbows down, slowly creeping upwards. The other stains don't exactly seep through her shirt, although they seem to peek through, despite there being no holes. Stains the color of fire on her back and stomach.

Wrapping her arms around her stomach she glances around a little nervously as she steps further into the room to find a seat.