[the tattoo doesn't help. he just reaches out and points to it.] They give you that? [he doesn't say who they are. they are different things to different people.]

Yeah, I bet they did. Bet they were the same type o' people who gave me these. [he tugs on the bib of his jumpsuit to show off the metal brackets on his chest.] You don't wanna talk about it? Fine. Me neither. But I figure you'd wanna know you ain't alone.

[he's banking a lot on her... understanding any of what he just said.]