She hasn't exactly taken the time for personal hygeine herself, and barely notices it in him. She does notice the strain in his movements better now that she's had some sleep, and remembers what terrible shape they both were in last night.

Squinting up at the sun, she can tell it's been a hell of a lot longer than she had planned. What time had they even passed out? She sighs and rubs her head.

"Crap," is all she says for a long moment, her tone defeated.