[ While Kim may not be a cop here, he's an investigator down to his bones. His mind immediately flits through several different instances of what he could possibly mean by that, scenarios dancing through his mind in quickfire. While Kim has certainly been tricked before - he's less of a good judge of character than he wishes he was - the man certainly seems earnest enough, open to a fault, wearing his emotions on his sleeve. He also seems to be well in his right mind, no physical indicators of drug or alchol abuse that he can see, from the clear whites of his eyes to the steadiness of his hands against the communicator.
Not involved formally in organized crime. But maybe on the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. The extent of his injuries are also worrisome, seeming to him like someone who had set out to hurt him, and hurt him bad. You don't aim for the throat and face unless you're seeking to inflict serious harm, in his professional opinion.
He frowns, the furrow between his brows deepening. ]
Were you in trouble back home? [ Oh. If not himself, then perhaps delinquent youth? He has a feeling that he'd feel inclined to protect his charges, if it came to that. ] With criminal activity and the like? [ He gestures at his own face and throat meaningfully. ] Injuries like that aren't exactly what I imagine to be sustained in a fair fight.
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[ While Kim may not be a cop here, he's an investigator down to his bones. His mind immediately flits through several different instances of what he could possibly mean by that, scenarios dancing through his mind in quickfire. While Kim has certainly been tricked before - he's less of a good judge of character than he wishes he was - the man certainly seems earnest enough, open to a fault, wearing his emotions on his sleeve. He also seems to be well in his right mind, no physical indicators of drug or alchol abuse that he can see, from the clear whites of his eyes to the steadiness of his hands against the communicator.
Not involved formally in organized crime. But maybe on the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. The extent of his injuries are also worrisome, seeming to him like someone who had set out to hurt him, and hurt him bad. You don't aim for the throat and face unless you're seeking to inflict serious harm, in his professional opinion.
He frowns, the furrow between his brows deepening. ]
Were you in trouble back home? [ Oh. If not himself, then perhaps delinquent youth? He has a feeling that he'd feel inclined to protect his charges, if it came to that. ] With criminal activity and the like? [ He gestures at his own face and throat meaningfully. ] Injuries like that aren't exactly what I imagine to be sustained in a fair fight.