Trudy got up and crossed the room, putting her hand over that spot on his chest. "Here?" she asked. "You don't have a scar." She would know. Then again, she didn't have any scarring - or any injuries for that matter - from her own fatal incident.

A half-smile crossed her face without her realizing it. "Man, will we ever stop finding similar shit about each other? Quaritch was my CO before I told him to go to hell. He's the one who shot me down."