"Yeah, Newark," Danny says, shifting so he can shake with his right hand, grateful that it's the left that's got the wound. "Not lately, though," he adds, grimacing. "I'm ah, I'm from Oahu," he says, unable to help staring at Larry. "Jesus, I mean, you look exactly like him, it's uncanny, I swear to god," he marvels. "You uh, you know if there's a first aid kit around here or something?"