[ Ben may have seen worse, but he hasn't seen it on his sister. It has been longer, from his perspective. Months. But he remembers so vividly arriving in that car full of his brothers, finding Allison on the floor, wide-eyed and gasping, and there had been so much blood. Ben had been so sure she would die, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn't even reach out and touch her, give any comfort or help, unlike the others...

So his eyes go to that slash on her neck, and then they slide away, and he closes them a moment, banishing the memories. They're here now, and he is alive here, and he isn't going to let anything or anyone hurt her. ]

That's a thing? Seriously?

[ Ben supposes he shouldn't be surprised - the trashy magazines that Klaus sometimes shoplifted from corner stores, to read about Allison's life, certainly made it seem like a lot of celebrities live in extravagant luxury. But is gold on your face even nice? ]

I think there are some facemasks in there.

[ Ben gestures down to a little wooden box near the coals, along with water to be poured on them. He had poked around, seen that there are various substances that can be added to the water, each labeled with the effect it can have.

He sinks back, leaning against the wall of the sauna and sighing heavily. ]

I hope it wasn't wall to wall intolerable divas, when you were out there making your movies.