"Ain't so bad." He pulled one hand away to use his thumb to start pressing down on each finger, cracking his knuckles one-handed, as he finally scanned over the menu.

"Ain't face paint, either. War paint. Goin' to war. Eventually." Find the person who did in his brothers and that would be it. The Hunt would be on and it would be his last hunt. Be the last anything. Nux flexed his fingers as he brought it back to hold the menu.