At least that's a question he can answer. "Three weeks, man. It's been frakking crazy out there."

He's still not sure why this guy thinks he shot him, but he would take a godsdamn oath and swear he hasn't shot a single human.

"Been on the run, up in the hills near Delphi. Frak of a game of cat-and-mouse with those godsdamn toasters." Letting out a sigh, he brushes back his hair. "You said... you said I shot you? I swear to the gods, man, I didn't. I would never. I'm just a lucky frakking ball player who didn't get killed when everyone else did."