Tess looks down at her bottle for a moment longer, and then she fixes her eyes on Jennifer with a tired look. While she usually thinks she'll leave a prettier corpse than the average person back in Boston would, there's certainly something to be said about how life has taken a toll on her: no amount of sleep will fade the dark patches under her eyes, and no amount of food will reverse twenty years of malnutrition, the dryness of her skin or the dullness of her hair.

And for once, she feels about as miserable as she looks.

Deep breath, almost a sigh.

"You always check to see who's left, or is it just me?"