[But why would he pick up on that when he has the opportunity to brood about something? Or, well, reminisce, since he's actually in a relatively good mood. Must have been all the screaming at her.]

Not really to it so much as what it's doing here at all. Last thing I remember from back there, I already didn't know where it went. [He looks down at his foot one more time, then goes back to busying himself with his laundry.] But that's fights for you. They aren't all as pretty as the comic books make them out to be. And it's not like my mechanic needs any more excuses to murder me, so like hell I'm complaining.