[Richie is used to derailing people who know him enough to go along with his crappy attempts. Today is going to be a bad day, he can tell.]
It's not related to anything around here. [He quickly pulls on his own hoodie and pulls at the collar a bit, covering the left over implants. He'll need to put the fake skin on after he gets this guy out of his house.]
So--uh, shirt. [Oh look, anxiety kills whatever weird fascination Richie has for not-staring at the guy's chest.]