"That's me," Mort said, shrugging. It hadn't escaped his notice that the kid wasn't offering up his name. Oh well, wasn't like it was the first time someone stayed close mouthed about who he was around him. Though to be honest, it was the ladies who didn't want to offer any information a lot more often than guys. Shame that.
"I had an idea that shave soap lasts pretty near forever if it's stored right and there's a lot of pretty hairy guys around," he offered, trying to get the kid to open up even a little. "Might be a good trading thing. And if not, more clean shaves for me," he added, rubbing his chin with a lopsided grin.
The light from his flashlight glinted slightly off the steel of the razor in the kid's hand as Mort moved his light, dropping it down to a more natural position. He nodded at him, pointing at the razor with his chin. "You ever use one of those? For shaving, I mean. Not a lot of kids these days seem to know what to do with an old fashion bit like that. Besides cut themselves with it, that is."