"Okay. I won't..." He shifted uncertainly and hunched in on himself a little more. The last time he saw her, she was - what - twelve years old? Wasn't it a good thing to be taller now? He didn't understand girls. He never had the option to understand girls. Too busy tying them to trees and trying to capture their little bald savior...
"Just the facts," he replied, moving his gaze back to her. At least she looked as uncomfortable as he felt. He kept his eyes on her, and fought the urge to turn his head so the scar wasn't so visible.