And who am I, pal? [That didn't sound like him at all. Except that it was the story of his entire life from the age of fifteen onwards. He was used to that life, and it was one where he was perfectly comfortable. It certainly didn't hurt him at all to have it thrown in his face either. People survived and excelled in certain ways. This was his.] You seem to be in one piece. I couldn't have hurt you too badly, right?

[Rumlow smiled right back, showing his perfect teeth and tucking his hands in his pockets on purpose.] You sure you want to do that, Jefferson?