[Reno has this relaxed, disarming effect...coupled with being nosy it could lead people to relax around him sometimes. He was aware of it, but he was never offended if people recognized and wanted to withdraw from it, not trusting him was smart, though he didn't present a threat...it was simply his own default way of thinking.]

Quite an exaggeration, you're just full of flourish! [Reno's voice and demeanor are playful, but he doesn't push it, curious as he is he doesn't feel the need to force the information. He'd rather have a willing victim.]

Hm...where all that is evil festers huh? [Reno tipped his head up towards the ceiling.] I guess for me...that would be space. The calamity that fell from the sky and shit all over the world responsible for monsters, mutated creatures, and insane SOLDIERs.

I grew up in the slums, I wasn't sickly, but I was hungry. A lot. It does build some thick callouses though so I don't regret my time at the bottom. [He doesn't hold on to many of those memories.] Are you still sickly? Or is it a choice now not to fight with your fists?

[Even rangy people like Reno can fight elegantly.]