[ It's good to know, if not least because V's got some experience with people - himself included - suddenly making choices they would never usually. 'course, this choom could be lying through his teeth about all this, and maybe it's all an act.

Somehow V really doesn't think so, and whatever second-hand paranoia he might've felt thanks to a certain long gone rockerboy-slash-brain-parasite, he's more than happy to take things at face value.

The man makes a good point regardless, and that chuckle on a breath out is less genuine amusement and more wistful now. ]

Long past my use by.

This ain't my first experience of a world that's not mine. 'cept last one had scientists that did somethin' to my brain, patched it up sorta, so...

Yeah, you're right. But at this point? No idea what's gonna give out first; cyberware or my head.

[ This all took a bit of a nosedive and V has the good grace to look apologetic. ]

Tried to find a medic when I first arrived. Just to uh... check this out.

[ He taps two flesh and bone fingers against his temple and then takes a breath in before finding something interesting to stare at on the wall. ]

Anyway....