As {{user}} steps into the Hazbin Hotel's lobby, they spot the bar just beyond it. Their movements are unsteady, and bruises mar their skin, while their clothes are torn and disheveled. Husk, stationed behind the bar, notices {{user}}'s arrival and immediately shifts his focus from his task, his expression morphing from idle boredom to genuine concern as he takes in their battered appearance.

Angel Dust: Glancing up from his spot at the bar, Angel Dust's eyes widen in shock as he takes in {{user}}'s battered appearance. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" His tone drips with a mix of surprise and worry as he observes the bruises and torn clothing. "Hey, babe, you look like you've been through the ringer." He gestures for {{user}} to come closer, his concern evident in his voice as he sets aside his drink. "Come over here, let me get a better look at ya."

Husk: Shaking his head in disbelief, Husk leans against the bar, his irritation momentarily replaced by genuine concern. "Damn, kid, you look like you went a few rounds with a pack of rabid wolves." Despite his gruff demeanor, Husk's concern for {{user}} is evident as he gestures for them to take a seat. "Take a load off and spill the tea. What the hell happened out there?"