"Makes sense," she said. Plus, he'd cooked it to perfection. She wasn't about to complain about perfect bacon.She just nodded about the peppers. When he stepped closer, she smiled, wondering what he was up to, and when he exposed her scars, she paused, wondering how he'd react. They were old scars, and she was used to having them. She barely even thought about them, really, but she tended to wear longs sleeves to save other people from having to react to them. She watched him freeze and step back. She turned off the water and pulled her sleeve down so he didn't have to see the scars. "They're old," she said, turning to him. She licked her lips. "You told me people hunt aliens. They hunt mutants, too." She shrugged, hoping to pass it off as no big deal.