"Fuckin' shite," she repeats, just as she had earlier. She likes the expression. She doesn't curse a lot, but it's jut vulgar enough to properly express just how much everything sucks. Which is a lot.

"Hey," Rapunzel says, letting out a rusty sounding chuckle as she pushes at Roy's side. "I went eighteen years without a shower and I smelled just fine. It isn't the only way to get clean."

She sighs and then looks down at Pascal, who is sitting patiently on her thigh, and reaches out to rub the top of his head with her index finger. "Pascal has been making sure that I take care of myself."