Holy shit did this go downhill fast. Chris kind of reels back a little in his seat, not really sure about how to feel about being told off by a stranger for not taking care of his arm. He sort of hovers a little between "terrified" and "affronted," before he decides that Kit just doesn't know what she's talking about. Some tiny part of him acknowledges that she's probably right, but the much bigger part of him has elected to believe she's being really unfair here. His left arm is in perfect nick, of course he (usually) takes great care of them!

"Alright, fuckin' hell. I got a bit fucked last night. I wouldn't be here if this was normal, would I" If he wasn't relying on the benevolence of strangers right now, he would absolutely take his arm and go home. "Jesus."