Pulling the plate into his lap he looked at the food and took a bite before his ear turned in her direction as she spoke.<br/>"I'm an orphan.  Grew up on the streets and spent a lot of time getting my ass kicked by those bigger than me.  Most of them came from fights as a pup.  That one back there is from sleeping under a bridge in the winter.  Apparently I was in someone's spot and they stabbed me.  The cold and the snow kept me from bleeding out, long enough that my body healed naturally.  This one is from when I was a teen, got my first contract as an assassin and was sloppy so I got shot.  Coughed up blood for a week."<br/>He said as he motioned to a bullet scar on his back, right over where his right lung would be.<br/>"Most of the scars on my chest are from assassin work.  The one's on my stomach and legs are mainly from growing up and getting bitten a lot."<br/>He said as he took another bite of his food before offering a strawberry to her.