Walter mostly just swishes the ice around in his drink absentmindedly. "Once it healed, maybe. It was lookin a little raw last I saw it."

He takes a drink and considers this carefully. "They really don't give a shit once you've stepped off the train. As long as you're alive for the Victory Tour." Alive. But he wonders if she could show up scarred again without problems. "Anyway, that might not be something you'd want to do yourself."

Faces are delicate things. Blood vessels, nerves; it's very easy to cut a little too deep and next thing you know you can't move or feel half your face. It takes a skilled hand.

This is almost an offer but he's still not entirely sure she's not kidding.