Rich doesn't need elaboration. It's not that it'd bother him to hear, but he's not sure he's aware enough to listen right now. He's not in a position to argue, either, so when the cup is offered to him, he chugs it down obediently. There's mild relief almost instantly, and Rich manages a small smile before the itching begins and he looks sour, holding himself back from scratching.

"I was expectin' scars. Already had tons of marks before this, what's one or two more?" He would laugh, knowing these scars are going to be far more obvious, until Eight's question makes him hesitate. He can feel guilt like a heavy stone in his gut, and he averts his eyes from the two of them, not at all willing to see the pity he knows his admission will get.

"Gasoline. Poured it on myself and dropped my lighter. Hell of an idiotic way to go, huh? Probably should have gone for something less messy." He shrugs. "Buuuut speaking of electrical, I needed some way to stop the bitch in my head from shocking me. I think my burns probably covered up most of those scars for ya."