"It doesn't, really," Sniper agreed, taking another sip of his beer. He was grateful his glasses had a fair amount of reflectivity, helping hide his eyes as he glanced over and away at his teammate. He'd seen the scars on Pyro's face in passing -- there was no way he couldn't have seen them in the years they'd worked together, even if Pyro was behind a mask a lot of the time -- but to see them closely in what might have been the only private conversation they'd ever had was something else.

There was a moment's pause as he thought about how that statement could be taken -- rudely -- so he clarified. "Though I guess ya gotta have something for when you can't use that flamethrower of yours."