"Did you really? I- Wait, I rememebr a blonde woman and a plant but I don't know why," she said with a frown, pushing her hair back off of her face - but not the side with the scar - and looking at him. "What did you do exactly?"
She laughed a little. "I don't know, he's not managed to rub me up the wrong way even if he hasn't got his own way."
Scarlett smiled at his look, it sort of being familiar. "Is that so? Well, I can think of the things I'd like to remem-" She paused, her mind going blank and when she felt like she'd regained movement, she frowned at the two men standing in front of her. "Wh- Who are you?" she asked, pulling away from one of them.