Bobby wanted to know more, so much more, but he wasn't going to press her for information she wasn't comfortable giving. She was a guest, after all. So instead he focused on what she did offer. "I had a scar? Where? How did I get it?" And if she didn't want to talk about, well, he would let it drop, but honestly, he was dying to know more about his other self. "And yeah, that's me here. If it weren't for John cooking, we'd be eating a lot of pizza," he said with a sheepish grin.