[A quiet spin of his cane, pleased that his memory has not been altered by whatever changes he’s been imbued with in this world. Some things, perhaps, are ingrained deep into one’s core — poetry, an old companion of his since childhood, would certainly qualify.]

Good to know that my usual walk will always be the scenic route.

[A sound of amusement.]

Yes, let’s. The clothes that I was… given recently are rather lacking. [Though beggar’s shouldn’t be choosers. Better than the scrubs any day of the week.] Not much in the way of fashion.