She decided that it was best not to let this drag out. It was better to say what she needed to say and, most importantly, to show him. As soon as he had sat down she looked down at him with an air of confidence that hadn't been there a moment ago.
"I have two things marks to show you. The first," she said, raising her right leg and setting it on the couch next to him. She pulled up her jeans a little to reveal the wound she had received in life. It was still there, plain as day and precisely where he would have seen it when she died.
When he had had a chance to look at it thoroughly she then turned around and sat next to him moving the strap to her shirt to reveal the birthmark. It was small and resembled a horseshoe, but it was in the exact spot she had always had it. "And this." If this didn't prove herself she would have to beg someone for help.