Am I, [ he says mildly. Because he's a homo-sexual, he presumes, but though he's not exactly closeted, he doesn't tend to say it out loud. He knows Andy knows, though, not least of all because she's the same -- not the homo bit, but certainly, she makes no secret of liking women. Work now done, he snaps the lid of the first-aid kit closed and fastidiously cleans his own hands, making sure to wipe off any remnants of blood. His employer would not be pleased to find out he was doing first-aid on-shift, but he would be even less pleased to know Kim was selling people goods smeared with blood. ]

I don't like trouble. It just happens to have a way of finding me. And I have a talent for mitigating it. Don't get the two mixed up.

[ Don't be fooled either. He likes trouble. He likes it a lot. And he'll never fess up to it. ]