[ kovacs always takes care in not necessarily saying too much when it comes to slipping out a few details here and there about his own life, though there's plenty about himself that he wouldn't categorize as being a secret, even if most of the time, he wouldn't purposely elaborate. these days, he wonders how long it'll be before he won't even have answers to questions that might be asked, before those memories begin to slip and he begins to be unsure what's even true about himself anymore.

talking about a haircut seems easier, better than talking about past sleeves, some he could have already forgotten about without realizing.

it's a good distraction, even giving a minor smile when she gestures to his appearance, a little more disheveled than even normal, face unshaven, the skin around his eyes a little more worn. ]

Well, it's hardly looked like anyone here even showers, so I was just blending in. [ his fingers run across his chin, feeling the itch of the longer hairs there. ] Why? You don't think I'm looking cute?