Jackie saw the old scar curious where it came from and what his story entailed. Unable to stop herself, she rose a hand and softly trailed a finger the length of the scar glad that he didn't suffer from sight issues from it. It was cutting it close, but she didn't think he would make as good of an assassin if he didn't have perfect vision. She then studies his dark brown hair becoming comfortable near his warmth her eyes drooping themselves. She curled herself instinctively to him and closed her eyes drifting to a light sleep first, and whatever noise was made would be registered in her ears jolting her awake.