Sam was definitely having a brown paper bag day.

She didn't have them often and they were rarely this bad. She really did want to wear a bag on her head tonight.

Or destroy every mirror and reflective surface she came across.

She groaned loudly at her reflection.

"Carter, you coming?" Jack called.

"Yes sir"

She applied a layer of lipstick over her cracked lips and left the sanctuary of her bathroom to join her waiting friends.

"Jesus Cater, you look beautiful"

The words meant nothing.

The look in his eyes told her she didn't need that brown paper bag.