That all certainly sounded out there. Sam didn't know what to make of it. He couldn't deny, though, he was curious now in more than just what she happened to know. It wasn't that he didn't believe her, but reconciling something that sounded out of a scripted B-movie with apparent reality took a bit of work on his part.

He didn't comment, offering wryly instead, "Raised like a soldier?" because he figured she wouldn't be one to take too well to a generic extension of, I'm sorry. Besides, this left things open enough that he might get more out of her about her past if she was willing to divulge it.

As for her mark, that wasn't quite the explanation he'd been looking for, but then again, he hadn't asked her to elaborate specifically.

"What mark is that exactly? I mean, if...you don't mind me asking. I've never seen or heard of it before."

He kept trying to cross-reference with what he already knew, but no. Coming up blank. Whatever it was she was referring to here, he needed some real resources before he could start verifying some things on his own. In other words, as long as he was here, he was pretty much flat out of luck. God, this was gonna be the death of him. Quite possibly in a literal sense.