[ He has a good idea of the size of what he's dealing with. He's estimated the other's height by his perceived distance to the ground, and his weight by the sound of his shoes on the ground. He knows what the fabric of this coat is. He knows Kisame paints his fingernails purple. There are barbs on the strangers palms; his skin is cool, but rough. ]
Wrong. The simple answer is that it's none of your business. Would you like me to start asking questions about you?
I'll make you a deal. Take me to the Shelter and, if you really give a damn, I'll answer two of your questions. Any question.