"Jamie, ya got a big ol' tattoo on your face that sure has heck wasn't there the last time I saw ya. Before th'island, that is. You wanna bother coverin' it up with makeup, that's your call, but I don't have any." She sat on the edge of the large desk at the head of the room.

"'n not hat I don't like seein' ya, but you're not obligated t'hang around if you don't want to. Stayin' or leavin's your prerogative, sugar."