His gaze is focused on her hand, before catching her eyes, "What year is it for you? What's the actual story of that scar of yours? Can I trust you?"

Three questions, that's all it was, and he couldn't help that smug smirk of his forming on his features. He really wasn't here to play games, but he needed to know who he could trust, and he needed allies. He had escaped here once before, somehow, and he needed to know how he managed it and if he were able to save others.