She doesn't think she's going to say anything to him, but it doesn't feel too dangerous... and he had caught her staring. Slowly, she pushes herself up, pulling the covers up over her chest despite the fact she had curled into that sad sleepy ball still fully dressed in her robe and 'nightgown' below.

"Sorry..."

Those scars. She's not sure if she should bring them up, or play it off, or what. Maybe he truly is just that vicious, and they're just proof of it.

"It's... early?" She turns to blink at the partially drawn curtain cutting them off from his balcony. ....Really early.