"So you're immortal?" The words were offered in a genuine curiosity, and if there remained a healthy bit of skepticism, even after her unwilling demonstration, it was to be expected. Immortal after all, was a big word. ...and as it happened, not entirely accurate.
"No one's immortal." She murmured, conscious of his eyes still regarding her from behind. He didn't offer her the courtesy of allowing modesty, and to be honest, she didn't much care. She knew that he took in the pale twisting lines across her skin, her newest battle wound now just one more scar among countless others. The blood on her torn blouse was still wet. "Though I've heard it claimed otherwise. Maybe it's true. I don't know."
"Basically," And here she looked over her shoulder at the man she'd been employed by for some time now, considering the lack of expression offered by his burlap mask, "I'm harder to kill, that's all." She shrugged, pulling the borr