"Nothin' that nobody'd believe." He closed his eyes as he rested the back of his head against the booth. But what was it? Nux had to be witnessed -- his eyes opened as he knew that the witness had to be a proper hunter, but it may be worth something to tell a story. He flexed his fingers.

"Used to patrol the perimeter." Nux made a circle with his hand in the air. "Nothing to really worry 'bout. Just follow the line, make sure thing are as they should be. Sometimes, other groups chased something into the perimeter. It didn't matter. It didn't matter if it was just makin' sure to see which would get rid of the other, though."

Turned his face, he pointed out the scars on his face. Harder to see with the light, with the war paint on, but when gestured to, it was easier. "It wasn't chased off, but it wasn't going to hurt anyone. If I died then, that'd be fine and well. It'd be how it should be. But I didn't. Got stitches and bed rest." He sneered at the bed rest, because that made a person weak, or seem weak.