His face was an unnatural pink, no doubt the result of the flash burns he'd received. There were dark patches under his bloodshot eyes, and when he grinned it looked like the face of a corpse. For a moment, his eyes were drawn to the jars of beauty supplies scattered across the desk, and he wondered if any of them would improve things. Could he really go in front of a bunch of ponies looking like this? True, they wouldn't know it was abnormal, but that made it even worse. What if they thought all men looked like he did? Granted, he was no George Clooney, but he normally looked human, at least.