Menachem looked down at the woman. Everything smelled terrible, though the smell morphed when he got closer to her and he had to avoid covering his nose to be polite, he wasn't any better. "Is he then?" Maybe he was why she was out in a field looking for a place to piss.

He was just as confused why she forgave him but smiled weakly. "Thanks for that."

With a painful wince, he knelt down, taking his weight off the bad leg. "I'm not a murderer.. but I'll make him wish he was. Maybe beat his face in a bit? How's that?"