[So he had failed in the mission and the one on the helicarrier? He considered that carefully for a long moment, processing the gravity of that situation and began to wonder how many missions he had failed to accomplish and the wiping process had simply swept aside those failings to allow him to have a clean slate to move on with the next mission as if the last had never even come to pass. He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, mulling it over even after the question was asked of him.

He finally looked over, nodding absently.] Yes, she showed me the scar. [He left out the part where she let him touch it. That seemed like rudimentary details.] But... if I shot her in the shoulder, could that be a gauge on if she lied? She could be scarred there as well.

[He hadn't seen her shoulders. He hadn't asked, and she hadn't told him.]