"Do you like it when people look over your shoulder while you're working?" Rude. He maintains, rude.

And yeah, it's pretty distinctive scarring- but he's been listed as dead long enough by enough notable publications on the other side of the galaxy to not have to worry about it for the most part. No one that knows or cares or even has his data is anywhere near this damn city. "So. Pidge, looking for schools, fifteen. Step up to the screen and we'll take a few photos. Did you want to redo your fingerprints too or not?"