There's another raised and lowered shoulder, and Saxsice tries to surreptitiously wipe her eyes against her sleeve. "I kinda got the feelin' that she doesn't give straight-up gifts. I'm glad I have it, but. Still." The sight of his hand makes her wince, leaning forward and wrinkling her nose at the scar. "Dude, what'd she do, feed it through a blender?" It's not nearly that bad, she's just dramatic.

At the question, she looks back at the photo, letting it tip back, face-up, into her hand. "Maybe? She said "no innocent should suffer for your being here", whatever the hell that means. No straight answers from that one. I sure as hell hope that's what it means."

This gets a short, flat kind of laugh. "Hard not to, with uh...all we saw of each other." And she doesn't just mean the lack of clothes. His memories had been vivid, the sort of ugly stark things that you didn't forget in a hurry.