His face sort of scrunched in a curious yet confused expression. "Thirteen? What like the number? What..what is that for? You got thirteen vaginas? Thirteen ways of kicking someone's ass?"
"That's definitely not my bag. I'm a mechanical engineer...lover...fighter, all around multi-purpose Swiss Army knife," he said as he tucked the faceplate under his arm. "I can take you somewhere before the whole goddamn building collapses."