"That's generally been my experience." That everything is better when it's your choice, even death in Scarlett's case.

As he speaks she reaches for the mask, dragging it back so he's not forced to stare at it and tossing it on the bed. Her head tilted to one side as she considers his words, the reference to his last mission that had ended badly - clearly.

"Do you... remember much about it?" Almost tentative with the question. "Your last mission?" Scarlett wondering of maybe, working backward might help him get some sense of who he was beyond the fragments of memories.