Bobo knows he runs around the place a bit like a mad man. If he keeps himself busy, doesn't let himself slow down and force himself to think about everything that's going on in his head. It's better to ignore it all and keep going.

But he's glad to see some recognizing the things he's done. Especially the work he's just teaching himself, such as the rock knives.

Though any comment he is about to make is lost when the other man introduces himself. "Thor, son of... a bitch. You're serious? You're really..." He'd never been deep into mythology, but there's some names you pick up on the basis of media and culture alone. That is definitely one of them.

And then he continues on about the time when he knew people like that. Bobo nods slowly. "Yeah, I've heard of them. Bit before my time, even as old as I am," he admits. "But a babe compared to you if you were around then."