He smiles a little, flexes his hand, glancing down at it while he does. It's from punching someone much bigger than him on his first day here - no real reason; just wandering too close to too many sketchy areas, and he looked like an easy mark. (For what, he has no idea. Coupons?)

"I got my hand caught under a pile of cinder blocks I was moving in the apartment I'm trying to make livable," he tells her, and the mechanics of that mental image match the injuries on his hand perfectly.