[She smiles, a secret little smile, her fingers curling at her side to keep them from drifting up instinctively and covering the scar.]

He wasn't that kind of professional. He did mean to kill me, though.

Someone just shot him about ten times before he could do it. [Dismissively, she shrugs.] There was a lot of blood, but I didn't die that time.

You're the first person who's asked me outright, you know. What happened. Why do you care?