The ice cold wrath of a finger smacked against his nose snapped him out of his stupor. He shook his head quickly... in his haste to distance himself from the situation, he'd hurt someone's feelings. Mentally, he chided himself--he was a lot of things, but he didn't want to be another stain on this sick city.

"Alright, fair enough." he replied, lowering the brim of his had over his eyes again. "Y'wanna know what kinda history's worth running from? The kind involving a tangled web of murder, lies, and deceit."

"And I'm no spring chicken, and I definitely ain't a puppy."