He watches the scrub-down with quiet approval. He knew he had a good instinct about her. But the silence makes him worry he might have hurt her feelings too deeply. If he only knew.

He doesn't scream. He does release a sharp exhale that drags on for much too long. His eyes move over every aspect of her with careful consideration. It's familiar in some ways, but not others. Those scars paint a haunting picture.

"You didn't... get those in The Village, did you?"