She smiles and laughs, nodding. “Well, I’ve had experience.” She shrugs to him and looks back down to her waist, lifting up her shirt again and gently prodding the wound, wincing as she did so. “I’m not sure what it was, you’re probably right you seem to know what you’re talking about, though they did have one hell of an armory. Either way, it still gives me some issues, hurts a lot more than it seems, it’s just not as severe anymore. I’ve had to sit down a couple of times to catch my breath, they got me good and I don’t think it’ll be completely healed for awhile but nothing much I can do about it now. I couldnt Get good enough leverage for stitches so I just have to let it do its thing.” She sighs, sucking in a breath slightly when her hand grazes the wound, looking back over to him.<br/><br/>She watched him roll up his sleeve, hissing in sympathy when he presented his scar, raising her eyebrows as he recalled how he had received such a nasty injury. “Dang, that’s no fun,” she laughs slightly. “You’re lucky too, that could have gone a lot worse that just getting that burn.” She admitted to herself that she enjoyed his company, it was nice to have a conversation with someone who wasn’t intentionally taunting her for the heck of it. She readjusted the way she was sitting and propped one of her legs up, drinking some water from her bag.<br/><br/>“I know that you were hurt and all but, would you have killed me? You know, if you weren’t crippled.” She laughed slightly “I wouldnt Take offense to it, survival of the fittest and all.”