[ Touch becomes exponentially more important to her as soon as certain memories start being pushed up to the surface, becomes something that she not only wants but to a certain extent needs as proof that she's alive and safe. So yeah, even if it might not have been obvious why to him, the cuddlefest was pretty much inevitable. This is - something else entirely. She meets his gaze evenly, biting her lip, and then reaches for one of his hands, reaches up and places it over her abdomen and the double bullet hole scars that lie there, imprinted into her skin. ]

I was clinically dead for some four minutes from these. Blood loss. I was lucky someone who could heal was on scene. .40 Smith and Wesson, mostly commonly sold to law enforcement. [ She lets go of his hand, lets her own drop. ] Cigarettes are just a way to get nicotine. Kitchen knives are for cutting up meat. Pliars are just a convenient way to get a better grip on a recalcitrant piece of equipment.

[ Her eyes drop, but her back stays straight as she breathes in and out very slowly and steadily. ] Sometimes things just get in the wrong hands, Tony.