"A ninja, technically," he corrects, hesitating on the rest. He doesn't really want to tell anyone how it went down, actually. He's trying not to think about how it went down too much.

He waffles for enough seconds that he can feel it's about to get awkward. He has to make a decision here. And he's not sure there's a delicate way out of the offer because... well, his body still looks like he got knocked around pretty good.

"Uh... well, it's not that interesting," is what he says as he moves back towards the old, dusty checkout counter and hops up onto it, sitting with his legs swinging off the front. "I have better fights I can tell you about, if you wanna swap stories."