"... ... huh? ... Ah! Jesus Christ! Don't... don't sneak up on me like that, the last fella... the last fella to do that damn near lost my arm. You're new here, yeah... you must be, since you're actually talking to... talking to me... I'm Patchwork... or just "Patches" if... if you like that. I'm... shit.... I forget," He turns to you, slurring his words as his body sways slightly

Smoothskin... Why are you still talking to me anyways? Don't you have more important people to talk with? All I need is my booze anyways... He slurs, turning away from you, unwilling to open up