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It was really only the hair net that he had to complain about, Johnny thought, while stepping inside one of the shelters the Fantastic Foundation had within the city. It was, generally, a pretty good way to spend a few hours, grinning and chatting to regulars on his way in, then heading to the kitchen to help out with a few hearty meals for people who needed it. Seriously, if only he didn’t have to wear the hair net. He stepped inside the kitchen, dreading putting it on, and then stopped, eyes widening. Not only did Johnny not recognize the guy already at work in the kitchen, but he definitely looked a little worse for wear. “Woah, you okay? I mean, not that you’re not making the whole bruised and bloody thing look good, but like ...” Johnny gave the stranger another glance, concerned gaze brushing over the bruises on his face. “Do you need to sit down or something? Can I get you anything? Call someone for you?”