He wasn't offended by her open study. This was the way of things. If it wasn't the hat, it was the attitude, if it wasn't the attitude, it was the scars.

"I sure as hell didn't have these when I came in," he answered sardonically with a gesture at his face and chest. "When I showed up, I looked like Jeff does. Until one night when I was out for coffee with some of the roommates. Something.. attacked us in the dark and we broke into a run." His face tilted down, jaw working again as he flashed back to that night. They had been comfortable, stealing a moment of calm night together, him, Negan and Neal.

"We were torn apart by.. some fuckin' creature and woke up in anOther Mathis... Where I ended up dyin' by spooky ass live, unnatural fire." His eyebrows lifted with the last bit like 'that was so much fun, wow'. "When I woke up again, I was back in Mathis proper, though I woke up on the beach and lookin' a little different, to say the least."

Sure, he was fine with this, so long as Parker didn't ask how that made him feel. He talked about it like he was changing shoes, like he did most everything; ambivlently.

"That and some new nightmares." Set out only as a hook to see if she knew anyone else who was.