"You know, I used to be about your size, too." He sits down not too far from him, glancing over how wore out his hands are. What had he been into? He didn't want to think too hard on it, 'cause some of that might be on the train.

"This man what owned me when I was little, he'd have me run errands. So I had to scramble around everywhere. All knees and elbows."

He actually chuckles a little at the memory, because while he only ever reached a fairly upper-average male size, it's still odd think he was that small.