[Keith just gets a pouty glower for calling it funny as Lance then leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. Then his cheeks dust a little with pink when Keith shows him the picture he's talking about.]

Uh, no… that was probably taken at a party. Happened my third month in Deerington. [He can tell by the lack of scars. His only wound at that time was around his collar bone and the jacket is mostly hiding it, but if Keith were to look close, he'd see the sliver of it by the jacket.] Losing my shirt was one of the tamer things that happened there. Dunno how the picture happened, but I was plastered.