[HA. He wins. He smiles, pleased with the small success, before shrugging; no big deal.]

That jackoff who told me to stay away from you and tried to kill me. Um. What was his name. Jesse. I think. ...I mean, he wasn't very good at it, and he got a lucky shot in, but still. That was a while ago, but I'm sure this is just another try or something, people don't just wake up weird places. ...Right?