"You seem to be in pretty good shape to me... or perhaps you meant emotionally rather than physically?" Chance asked as he looked her up and down looking for some kind of sizable scar or mark on her body. Soon realizing how awkward and uncomfortable he might be making her feel, he stopped.<br/>"Pardon me. It was rude of me to stare at you in such a way." Chance said averting her eyes and looking up at the ceiling as innocently as possible. Then something occurred to him. The mask. She had pretty much emphasized it in her conversation, yet he was oblivious to it. "Your mask...it has something to do with why you wear it perhaps?"