[Okay, well. That's not at all what he expected, and he seems to be momentarily caught off guard, clearly processing the situation.]
Well, that was--it was rude.
[To bust into a house, unannounced, and have a little outburst? What's surprising is that the current occupant seems unbothered. Viktor, for his part, looks contrite, but he holds his hand out for the crutch anyway. He's used to various questions about his physical state, but he still manages to look slightly offended.]
Nothing. [Well. Not nothing, but the answer is automatic, and a little defensive, before he realizes that it's a genuine question, albeit somewhat misplaced, so he revises.] No injury. It's congenital.
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Well, that was--it was rude.
[To bust into a house, unannounced, and have a little outburst? What's surprising is that the current occupant seems unbothered. Viktor, for his part, looks contrite, but he holds his hand out for the crutch anyway. He's used to various questions about his physical state, but he still manages to look slightly offended.]
Nothing. [Well. Not nothing, but the answer is automatic, and a little defensive, before he realizes that it's a genuine question, albeit somewhat misplaced, so he revises.] No injury. It's congenital.