"I was thrown in prison for doing my job," he says simply. From such a statement, it's probably obvious that there's more to the story than he's telling, but he leaves it at that. His gaze falls once more to the woman's back, curious.

"Looks like you've had a nasty bit of luck yourself," he says, a bit too casually. He can't exactly guess what she looked like before, or even if it's an old injury. It could be new, or it could be some weird growth on her back. He's never run into anyone who looks like her before, but he's seen enough to have an idea of what she could be, though he's not about to ask.