Carmel couldn't help but stare at the scars a bit, though she did so as surreptitiously as she could. Her parents had raised her better than to stare at people, no matter how curious she was--and she was definitely a curious person. From experience, she could see the gunshot scars, and that looked terribly painful, damn, she thought.
"Don't leave on my account. There's room enough for more than one person," she said, moving to another open space and taking a stance to start stretching. She poofed a breath as her curls fell in her face, and wondered where her mind had been that she'd forgotten to pull back her hair tightly. She straightened and skimmed her hands back over them, starting to tie them back with the tie that was almost always on her wrist.