[ Sharkface hums, vaguely sympathetic. It must suck to have no context for what's happening. Sharkface can adapt because he's used to this shit, even if the Frankenstein tech and all the experiments is new. Just a different brand of crazy he has to survive. ]

Some of 'em would probably do it. There's fuck all to do around here.

[ That'll change, he has a feeling. It'll get hard and violent because life always does. This is just the lull, the beginning. ]

Grenade. Little ball stuffed with explosives. You throw it, it blows. Shrapnel everywhere.

[ It's said somewhat abruptly. Look, that's one less thing for the stranger to be confused about. ]