That was a story he was inevitably going to tell her. After finishing the first objective of his mini mission: get phone from self. The hospital loomed over them. As they stepped inside his eyes kept glancing around. It was habit to make sure an area was secure, paired with a new impulse to make sure he didn't botch things further by being recognized by another person.
"Only this much work," he replied back, holding his thumb and index finger up. They were barely apart. "I did a lot more work over the years." A lot.