"And it shows." Worick tosses that little remark over his shoulder as he finishes up and zips up his zipper.

Traveling to the sink, he turns the water on and begins lathering his hands with soap. The remark about his background prompts a low chuckle from him. A part of him is still amused by the cover backstory he's been given, while another, more suspicious part of him can't get over how closely they have him pinned. Or would have had he continued having the life he had been born into.

"Not much to share. I'm a spoiled trust fund kid surviving off my dead parent's money. A bit of a cliche really. I think yours is more creative."