Allison raises an eyebrow. "...So you got lucky."

Taking the lotion back, she applies a liberal amount to each arm, then begins to blend inward toward her collarbone. Her fingers glide over the pinkish scarred spot same as the rest of her skin; she spares it no mercy, even though the surrounding area is still somewhat tender. It was fairly fresh when she died, after all. Maybe it'll stay like that for as long as she's aboard the Barge. She hasn't had the heart to find out.