Well, darn, she was rather enjoying the view, even if it was entirely improper. She had also been examining the tattoos he had; such things were very rare for her to see outside of maybe on the arm of a villager who had served in the Navy or something - and even then, to see their arms would be an unusual circumstance.
"How dreadful," Mary replied. It didn't seem to be a happy memory for him and Mary could not blame him if he did not wish to talk about it. "Ah, yes, from Yorkshire. 1924." She had already gotten used to including a year in her introductions.