[ Gaunt's breathing quickens, and his right hand snakes out to grasp her wrist, his eyes opening very suddenly. The grip may be a little painful, before it quickly relaxes, and he holds her wrist almost gently, an apologetic look on his face. ]
.... Chall. I'm sorry, I... I spent a year on a Chaos-occupied world, so I don't tend to react well when awakened. I... [ He looks down at the scar over his heart, and he nods. ]
You'd like to know about that? [ He lets go of her hand, looking between embarrassed, ashamed, and angry at himself. ] Given how I reacted, the least I can do is tell you the story, though I normally don't like to talk about it.