Devin nodded as she spoke, working the needle and thread through with amazing precision. He glanced up to notice her looking at his newest scar. "there you go lass, that should hold, assuming you don't go and get hit by anymore beams now." He stood up, putting his jacked back on and packing his things back in his bag. He walked back over to the door, until he noticed her still looking at him. "Come here lass, come sit over here for a bit." He waves her over. "I suppose you've been wondering about this scar. It was from the night of the first attack. My and some of the lads were out at a bar, celebrating my 21ts an all, when the building started to collapse in right around us. I ducked under the bar, which was enough to save me from the beast, but not from the beam and several glass shards. I lost a lot of blood that night, but thankfully I have some experience in stitching up wounds, most refs won't let you back into the ring if you're bleeding, so we learned to take care of wounds like that."