[Shane laughs, noting the cast and trying to take measure of the man. He sits.]

The guy who draws on walls. The guy who uses a shotgun.

[His lips press together]

Nope. Fine and dandy. [He sits heavily on the bed before gesturing to one of the plastic chairs in the room] I've got everything that I need right here - except I don't understand why I have to be the guy living in a hospital room while other people get their shit...stored out and shit.

But that's fine. I don't need anything. And being as how I'm dumb like you said...

[No. He can't bring that sarcasm in. His hand extends] Let me see my file. You read it?