The way she sees without her glasses, not reaching for her face is a very smart decision on Reno's part. Sin slides them on, and lays her head back down; he's not in a hurry to go anywhere and neither is she right now and it looks like a pretty good morning so far.

"I still like it. Suits you." She tugs very lightly on the long loose tail of it, letting it tangle around her fingers. In the slanted light other scars are visible where they cast tiny shadows--one thin one around her neck, one just under her ribs. "Still like mine by daylight?" It's sticking up in places until she runs a hand through it.