-moves around him in order to look him over, close to him without touching him- Whatever for? A scar tells a story. They’re beautiful…provided they’re not on me~
-The red head only grins, shaking his head with a low chuckle- Nah, not this one. Don’t think a batarian slave collar makes a pretty story. -He rubs his chin-
-laughs softly, a claw tracing the marks- Is that so? Slavers~?
-His brow raises, observing the other carefully as the scar was traced.- Yeah, was just a kid. They used nasty tricks to keep us in check too, all in the past.
How did you get free? -chuckles, tilting his head coyly-
Alliance raid, was only a year so I wasn’t too far past help.