I never thought burn scars could be cute.

[That was the only way she could take his response. It must of been an implication to the way her physical appearance had been heavily destroyed. As she thought on the scars, she recalled the ones Sniper carried on his back from his several backstabs from the BLU Spy.

It hit her.]

Everyone likes different things. Really different things. I always thought there was only one standard of feminine beauty, and that was my mother.