Austin looks down at his outfit. It's remarkably normal. He looks over at Todd, trying to gauge whether or not this warrants a serious answer or not. Austin wore a name tag that said "John" for Halloween. His Masquerade mask had been an index card with two holes punched in it. Austin doesn't really do costumes. Effort isn't cool.

"Retired," he says, erring on the side of sarcasm. "Billy the Kid after he moved to a golf course in Florida. You hit up the mystery chest?"