"Yeah well, I deserve the ass kicking," he admitted, leaning back against the closed door. It wasn't waiting to run but to offer her as much space as possible.

"Yeah, I heal well," he said, trying to make a joke. One that fell flat.

"Okay, you know the truth about me. About the journalist I was, and the things I reported on. Do you know the story about the African village I was in that caught fire? Where everyone died?"