Oh, so he likes being reminded of getting blown. That shouldn't surprise her. Why does it surprise her? She has really got to stop overthinking this bastard.

Jone finishes a mouthful of food just as he asks, literal and figurative rumination interrupted by a fair question. She leans over a bit so she can pat her wounded side-- lightly, but still more than she would have managed otherwise.

She takes a drink before answering. "I'll have a pretty scar to add to all the ugly ones, nothing else."