Marie's eyebrows lifted as he went on, her lips rounding in an "oh" as he admitted to being the one getting slashed at often. "Five on one?" she breathed. Leaning towards him on the bar a little, she rested her chin on her hand and listened to him, hanging on his every word nearly. "That's a very brave thing you do for your job..."
This time, however, she does notice the scar. Losing inhibitions to alcohol, she reached out and traced her finger over it, frowning. "Did this happen one of those times?" she inquired curiously, lifting her gaze back up to his eyes with her fingers still tracing over the scar.