He shifts his weight on his feet, pressing his toes into the sand beneath the surf.

"I knew about the Hunt. I knew you'd be a target as soon as I saw you."

His eyes wander to her hair, and then back out to the ocean, contemplating. "I like to keep on top of that kind of thing - know about it before it happens." He frowns, kicking the sand. "You're lucky you got out with only a scar."