[Burned skin turns to steel when you've lived with it long enough to get used to the idea that, no matter where he went, people were going to stare at him due to what he looked like. It also made it a little easier when he thought on about what other freaks existed in his own shitty little world--and how their Quirks made them much more worthy targets for gawking than a goth kid being held together by bits of metal.]

[He takes a moment to look at this guy once he accepts his offer, noting his slight tone of apprehension but letting it slide as he sits down across from him. Bright blue eyes flicking to examine the bloodstains on the others' coat. He could ask about them, but decides it's a topic that's best saved for after 'pleasantries' and whatnot. They've got time, after all.]

Plenty of experience. When you come from a place like mine, you get used to shitty situations becoming regular. [He gives the other a somewhat sideways smirk, the expression pulling at those staples a little uncomfortably. His expression is somewhat placid, however, and he nods his head in thanks as he refills his drink. Wow, what a gentleman. Covered in blood and polite. Looks like he called over a winner.]

Can't say I've ever been kidnapped before, though. Interesting experience. Can't say I'd do it twice. [He raises the glass a little, tipping his head forward.]

How about you?