"Okay, they cut me up into pieces and did weird shit to my bones and my blood. I'd give you the blueprints, but they're probably in outer space. That enough for you?"

But it's said with a canny grin. He's pleased with anyone who gives as good as they get. He takes his fingers away from the stitches when he's asked, looking mildly surprised; he's never received any non-torturous medical attention before.