"Ah, work, mostly..." That is a lie, most of what he's been doing is sleeping, not that that's obvious at all. Half the shifts he didn't show up for; the other half he was late to. And now he doesn't have any jobs, hooray. He shrugs, makes a side-to-side motion with his right hand like eh, so-so.

He can pretend to be normal all he wants, no one's buying it.

"How are you?"