She got him to talk, that was a start. Claire kicked off her shoes and drew her knees up to chest, watching him intently. She was torn between asking who was Faith's killer and who had given him those scars. She tried not to stare at them, at him. "Can I ask you something?" she whispered, tentative as if to a lover. She was treading carefully here, trying to keep him talking so as to have some sort of control, a focus for his thoughts.