"Sure, there're a lot of museums," he replies, "and with any luck, I won't get us kicked out of them. When I was a little kid, my dad used to take me to the museums, to try to give me some kind of cultural education. I never really understood the art, especially the modern art, but I liked it. The dinosaurs were my favorite, though. I used to pretend that I could go back and time and really see them in person, even though they'd eat me. I'm pretty sure one of my first words in English was 'dinosaur,' come to think of it. Museums were always more fun than going to school, so sometimes my dad let me do that instead."

Having chattered on for probably far too long, he's almost surprised when they arrive at the corner store, but glad that Ned's able to go get cleaned up. While Ned's in the bathroom, he wanders around the place, wondering if the woman at the cash register is assuming that he's the one that had given Ned a bloody nose, and trying not to look suspicious or harmful in any way.

When Ned comes back, he nods, walking towards the frozen food, half of him not wanting to bother to ice his eye, but knowing it'll be better in the long run if he does. "I know," he says, shrugging, smiling, not looking bothered. "I'll just pretend I got in a fight I actually won."