"It makes you look like a hyena ninja of a sort," she continued to chuckle at the thought of it; it reminded her of those old comic strips her father collected as he said they were valuable since they were before the world became of sand but she never understood what he ever meant. She raised an eyebrow as he went on explaining about his mask, "I can understand that." 'I know that too well,' she could feel a bead of sweat going down her neck but she quickly swatted her neck as if a mosquito bit her, "Blasted bugs," she mumbled out the lie.