Zel's response surprised her, to say the least. What about it? How could he have seen those scars and yet still say that? The entire event was still bothering her, but the conversation needed to start somewhere, and she wasn't about to ask him about her naked body.<br/><br/>She fidgeted around in her seat for a while, only glancing at him occasionally while her thoughts formed. Eventually, she reached out and meekly took the notepad back. She was almost frustrated, mostly because she expected him to ask the question, but her features showed none of that. After putting pen to paper once again, she handed it back to him, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, burying her face in her knees as he read. This time, the paper read; "..I don't know where they came from. Probably the same thing that took my voice. I can't remember much of anything from before I turned 14. Not even my parents' faces.. I don't know who I am, and those scars have always been there as a constant reminder of that."