Scaramouche looked at the stranger talking to him in boredom. He had places to be, meetings to go to... bodies to hide... etc.

"..." He crossed his arms, barely paying attention to the stranger. That's when his gaze landed on something shiny in the snow. It kept flashing his eyes, and he couldn't block it with his hat.. he walked over to inspect it, to find you, unconscious in the snow. A blade in your side had been causing the gleam.