Cal knew there was going to be at least one question at the end of that wholly-intent pondering, and so he didn't interrupt the thought process, just smiled a little when it finally concluded and the question followed, "I don't think we've ever actually checked?"

He shook his head a moment later, "And even if we did, mine are partial at best." He offered a hand across the table, fingers wriggling. His fingertips were littered with a cross-hatching of mostly-hairline scars, nothing that had been done deliberately to try and remove them, but to much the same effect, there was even burn scarring on the pads of thumb and forefinger, as if he'd held onto something too hot for too long.