"I could hand you a blank sheet of paper and it would serve the same function," Bella shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't spill either of your little secrets."

She pulled the jacket off, the tank she wore revealing her arms and shoulders, then wrinkled her nose. "Except for the little prick's blood on my jacket, yeah, I'm fine." His non-rhyme nearly made her crack the stone of her face into a smile. "Yellow's fine, black's a bad idea. They're not red very often, so I wouldn't worry about that too much."