Menachem nodded as his exposed torso revealed some small scars here and there, a few old enough he must have gotten them when he was much younger. He sucked in his breath when the man pressed on the bruise. "I told ya.. I think it's mostly.. scrapes and bumps. I'm tough. As long as I got out of there.. I'd be fine." He said feeling like he could still drop dead. He sipped his water again slowly.