The atmosphere was light and excited as the three approached the house. Martin was chattering about some fancy food he'd ordered the majority of which Scar ignored. She wasn't much of an eater and had no appetite with the anticipation of having to move everything into the house. No of everything he listed only the wine held appeal but even that Scar knew she should wait on. She felt bad as she saw everything laid out and with obvious for thought and care but it really just wasn't Scars thing.<br/><br/>If she felt uncomfortable before the sensation only grew. She smiled and waved away Martin's offered chair in favor of stretching out on the couch and letting the sun's heat sooth her body. She couldn't remember the last time she climbed so many stairs back to back like that and she was a little sore in places. She closed her eyes listening to the rise and fall of Sarah and Martin's voice. When he mentioned a surprise Scar cracked open an eye behind her sunglasses to watch Martin slide an envelope across the table.<br/><br/><em>What the fuck</em>Scar though rolling her eyes behind her glasses. She hella felt like a third wheel and wished Puck would hurry up but he obviously was held up with something at the moment. So at a lack of other ideas Scar pulled out her phone and did what she usually did, she took pictures. A selfie lying, her head on the arm of the couch, a sassy smile to match her wild hair and sunglasses. A shot of Sarah across from Martin that look on her face as she reacted to Martin's surprise, Martin's face as he watched her react.<br/><br/>Faces were a hobby for Scar, she made her living taking photos for wild things. Sometimes she felt more at home in the wild with them then other people. As a child they'd been fascinating but now she felt comfortable, she understood the wild things. Secretly she thought herself rather similar to them, guided by instinct more then rational. But people, they were complex. A face could say so much and yet so little all at once. She loved trying to capture those nuances of emotion. So rather then try to include herself in the moment Scar was content to for the moment stay back and memorialize the moment on film.