It's still all kind of crazy to Barbie. Sure, he could accept that the truth is that he fell, just tripped at the top of stairs, and the fall is nothing more than that. Except he knows what he felt, he felt the hands just above his hips, hitting him hard so he can't regain his balance. He knows one of the bruises at the smell of his back is not from the fall but from someone pushing him. And he knows what he's hearing sitting there.

The Blue Revenger statue crashing down on someone really doesn't feel like an accident. Some are whispering there's been more deaths than just that one as well. Not to mention there suddenly seems to be a lot more cops around, and hanging around. Would they do that if it is just an accident?

Barbie's beginning to think he's damn lucky to just have a mild concussion, a broken leg, and enough bruises to make him look like a Dalmatian.

Glancing up, he pauses as he looks Julia over before shifting, moving to sit up more fully in the chair without making a face at the pain that shoots through his leg.

"Brand new but not keeping me from the con," he says, reaching over to the table beside him and picking up a Sharpie. "Want to sign it for me? I figure everyone's always asking for mine, it's kind of fitting I start asking others."