100 words exactly, AoA.
She used to be quite vain about her looks. In certain ways, she still is.
She could have grown her hair to cover the scars. She chooses to flaunt them instead.
Every mark on her skull is a reminder of what she sacrificed to enter this place of uncertain sanctuary. To hide them would make her no better than a balding man with a combover.
When she stands before the rest of the Human High Council, she reminds them as well, of the necessity of sheltering all.
Without a single word, she shows them the cost of living under Apocalypse.