Wolfgang winces sympathetically at her hands -- scars are annoying (he will never admit to exactly how vain he actually is, although he kind of likes the scar on his head; he thinks it makes him look tough) but more than that it probably hurt.

He shifts, sitting on the ground with his knees up to his chest, no fucks given about grass stains. "That's useful. I imagine. There's a lot here, I think."