Rich continues to avoid looking at them, sure he knows how they're looking at him right now. He knows how the people at home reacted, after all. These two would treat him just like another charity case.

He moves his arm robotically, holding steady as the bandages are slowly wound away, but the question gives him pause. "...You're probably not gonna believe me, but I guess I won't look any less crazy."

That's what most of the gossip mill called him now anyways.

"Called a SQUIP. It's a supercomputer in my brain. Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Some Japanese company developed it and I was stupid enough to be a guinea pig for it. I... think it's off now, but it did a number on me for a while there."