[he looks at her mask closely, noting the stitches and how wholly unpleasant it appears to be on her face]
Why do you wear that mask still? I am sure you could remove it all if you wanted to, unless it is embedded so deeply that you would lose facial muscle coordination.
[he taps a few fingers on the table as he waits for his food, the gnawing pain in his belly scolding him for how long he's been ignoring himself.]