"Nah, nah, s'not good AS you," he said, emphasizing the word that got lost in his slurring. He seemed slightly more awake now, but that just meant he was distracted by her appearance.<br/><br/>At her question, he gave a slight shrug. Now that he was sitting up, she could see that his face was covered in pock marks and burn scars, and his half hand was likewise burned. Judging from how it looked like he had fresher scars on top of old ones, this was a man who played with fire far too many times.<br/><br/>"Prob'ly. Depends. Box like thiss'n, someone wants t'keep whassinside inside, yeah? Sos I goan open it, 'n 'at someone find out? Might lose rest'o m'fingers, yeah? S'not good, s'not good."