[ The girl says all but one and Oryx's mouth crooks, a grin to show teeth (still got all mine, see?) He rubs the heel of his hand into his eye — the cut of a pound and the price of blood is there but he's trying to have a goddamn conversation or something. ]

Yeah? Nah, nah, I got one of 'em too, [ he says, swiping at his nose with a thumb. ] But they're all fuckin' whacko-strange. Wanna share the secret with the old man?