[Daisy's eyes don't linger on his scar for long, after all, she looks worse for wear at the moment so who is she to judge.]

What? You think you're the only one who grew up being forced into a religion?

[She asks rhetorically, clearly not understanding that he was talking about being worshiped.]

I don't think any of that is enough to distract me from wanting to get the hell out of here.

[A few of the people sitting across from them glance in her direction, frowning, before going back to their conversation.]