What, you mean the fact that you don't hide in shadows and look like a hobo?

[He snorts a little. Things are better between him and the Barnes of his world -- it would be hard for them to be worse, really -- but that doesn't mean everything is great. It's almost a reflexive dig, though, rather than any kind of genuine attack.]

I'm trying not to make assumptions based on the people I already know. Not like I can throw stones there.

[He doesn't always manage it, but he is trying.]