He pauses, reaching into the pillow swarm to feel around. There's a large lump under the mattress. Okay. He'll have to... something. He should probably get rid of it all, but throwing away his only protection just feels wrong.

For all the good it did. He'd lost his helmet and used all the tricks he'd kept hidden on his belt, and the rest of it hadn't helped much. He glances down at the bruises visible under his stolen clothes, considering how to answer that question. "I got in a disagreement with a few people. They didn't take it well."