Of course, Squalo wouldn't add "no offence". But then, few of his old friends would. He snorts and shakes his head, stepping closer so they can walk and limp side by side. He doesn't miss the shocked look. A lot has happened. Having the old body back probably doesn't help, but he and Squalo, somehow, were a constant in this place, and maybe that could be a solace.

"You still think I'm like those American boy scout people, just because I don't like hurting people," He laughs. Though, he supposes that's not a bad thing. Except in Squalo's view. And speaking of his view, that does prompt another look around. The place isn't too bad to look at-- if ignoring the people being torn apart, that is.

"Even though I've got this back-" He gestures at himself. "-I don't have any of my old scars. I miss one. I'm going to get it done differently. I always kind of liked tattoos, I just couldn't justify having one and going home with it. Now's the perfect time. Maybe they won't even make me pay in organs."