Arc listened to her story attentively, drawing a picture in his mind as she described her daring escape. It was hard to believe that someone as sympathetic as she was tough enough to survive through everything. Somehow, however, she had, and it was good that she did, else he could have been dead within days. "You're certainly tougher than you let on. A wound like that only happens one way. Bullets are hard to come by these days, but you can find substitutes for gunpowder are all over the place. If I had to guess, they shot you with a grape shot.... all spray no shells." Even surviving an injury like that was tough, but it was healing quite nicely, all things considered. "You're very lucky."<br/><br/>He would have liked to inspect it a little more closely, but that seemed in appropriate at that point. Instead he reached up and pulled his jacket off his shoulder, revealing a rather gnarly scar. "But I think I can top it. Not as life-threatening, but left a good mark." He revealed an old wound, healed up years ago but not very well. "I had found some copper wiring that I was going to use to make a solar water heater when the piece of building I was holding onto gave out. I landed on a fire kiln below and burned the shit out of myself."<br/><br/>Of course it wasn't about who hurt worse, but the distraction kept his mind off his leg and, hopefully, brought a little humor to their dreary conversation. All the talk of death and torture was starting to depress him.