The knife wound on her hip, a straight line three inches long. She shifted ever so slightly as he touched it, the scar tissue there much more sensitive than the burned tissue on her shoulder.

"A baseline human did that one," she told him, her voice even and calm despite the subject matter. Because it was Todd she was telling this to. "It was shortly before the war started. I was at an anti-mutant rally trying to gather information and things got out of hand. I'm fairly certain his intention was to kill me." Lucky for her, he'd been too drunk to aim properly, and she'd been quicker than him.