[For a moment, he considers embellishing the truth, like he did with Angel. But it's probably not so safe a bet to lie to the other person involved. Not yet involved? Alternate timelines are a bitch.]

It was at this... what'd they call it? Death race or something equally murderboner-worthy... in this huge old Atlas facility bandits took over. You killed the boss. And a skag -- a little one. I killed a big one, with your sword. It was awesome. [Someone give him a medal for actually not exaggerating. Even if it is completely unbelievable.]