You study your face in the mirror, sometimes, standing straight and glaring defiantly at your own reflection. Almost beautiful, you think. Somewhat interesting. But not enough.
You make faces then, turning this way and that, pushing your lips out, pinching your cheeks to get some colour into them, trying to smooth out the furrow in your brow (sometimes you wonder whether it disappears when you sleep. There's never been anyone you could ask).
Later, at the Hub, Ianto greets you with a nod and coffee, Owen glances at you and then away, and Gwen smiles and calls you "darling" before returning to her study of Jack.
You catch a glimpse of your reflection on metal as you sit down. Almost pretty, you think.
Almost enough.