Menachem nodded, "it's good to hear, and to see a familiar face here." Cept for his brother, whom he'd been playing hide and seek with his mask and using the name 'Tony'. "And yeah, busy's good. The work isn't bad. I may be working the doors before we know it."

He looked a bit embarrassed when the crutches were noticed. "Ah yeah, I mangled my leg a bit. I fell down a forgotten well, took about a week before I was found." He laughed as if it were a joke but he had nightmares of being in a dark cramped place he never had before. "But I'm out and on the up and up."

He glanced at him. "You're looking well. Want a drink?"