He blinked in slight surprise when she undid the watch herself, and then again when she pulled the knife out. The place seemed comfortable and safe enough to let one's guard down, but looking at the situation as a whole, he figured he understood why she would keep a weapon on her person. Maybe he should ask if she had a spare, but that depended on how much longer he was going to be in this mess.

"I take the watch to the store when I need it replaced, and that isn't too often," he replied, and then laughed. "Sometimes I wait for weeks after it stops. It's more of an accessory than anything else. I don't often need it to tell the time since I usually have my phone on me. Unfortunately, during one of the few times I don't, some chick snatches me off the street. Got to hate life sometimes."

He never really thought about why he hung on to that watch despite wanting to forget his past. Perhaps it was evidence that he subconsciously was not as on board with the idea as he had thought. He took the device back from her and curiously picked through the inside of it, wondering if there was anything under the battery. His finger then caught the edge of a smooth, thin film, and he ripped it away, causing a little rectangular chip to fall out and onto the table.

"Well, what do you know?"