"Honey, if you're under the impression that your facial structure is best described as 'bad,' you are... deluded central," Kurt breathes with a soft laugh, shaking his head at the reaction. His gaze drops a little further to catch glimpses of what he's tried his best to avoid lingering on, the bright and smooth scars which are littered all over her body. Some of them look like burns, long healed over, but never restored. To Kurt, they're unfamiliar at best; for all of the boredom that riddles the citizens of Lima, the area is, at least, fairly safe. Hatred and prejudice can be found at any turn, but save for a few exceptions, Kurt knows that there are very few people who actually go through with plans concocted in the darker parts of their minds.

He can be glad for that.

"And if you're talking about the scars, I've seen what true ugliness looks like, and it's not something that reveals itself on your skin."