He’d struck home. "Oh, that’s really good, coming from you, Alejandro. Yeah, I look like a derelict, don’t I? I look like a displaced person! You know what you look like, handsome? You look like you washed up five days after a hurricane surge. You look like a goddamn cadaver." Her voice rose. "I just dragged you back from the brink of the grave! I’m dressed up for committing a felony, you moron!"