[ Carver narrows his eyes slightly, refocusing. The chain goes down. Not far, but there's moment. ]

Got tanked in some redneck bar in Louisiana. Bounced some guy's head off the floor and woke up in the drunk tank with a concussion and three broken fingers.

[ He twitches. It's not a good memory. ]

Had to call my sister to bail me out, I was dead broke.

[ But that counts as honest, apparently, because the chain shudders and lowers just a little. ]