"I'm going to give you temporary face skin!" she said triumphantly. "90%, when I tell a joke, I can't tell if you think it's funny or if you want to kill me. This will help."
"Yeah. Just so I can read your expressions. For example, I know that you love it when I call you 'Smooth Zaddy-O', but I can't figure out much more beyond that."
He gave a small wave back. Warner took her down a few halls before opening one of the doors with a key. It looked simple enough. He offered her the key. "Here it is."