"I know that person," Tony says, after a few seconds of a mental review. Yes. "Teenager or early twenties-- indeterminable in that network television kind of way. Yay tall," he holds up his hand at a level that doesn't make sense considering he's sitting down again, "wiry. Showed up covered in blood.

"How's the roommate situation working out? I've been thinking of getting one myself, but my prospect is also a warrior woman. Not sure how much in the war of grisly trophies I want to invite into the home, if you know what I'm saying."