[Nate barks a laugh at the scrutiny, because he guesses he might as well have just spoken another language. They step out into the sunlight (since it's always sunny, here) and he starts leading the way along the river - the water has gotten increasingly dangerous since the Null attack destroyed the dam and even Nate wouldn't try his luck on it.]

Glassing is like- you know when you see a bar fight in a movie, and someone picks up a bottle or their drink and smashes it into the other guy's face? That's glassing.

[Nate nearly had his cheekbone cracked from it, once. A whole fifth of whisky right to the kisser hurts like a motherfucker.]

Prison fighting doesn't really have rules, [he explains conversationally.] It's pretty much a "no holds barred," use whatever's around you, don't let the other guy get the upper hand, thing. It's not uncommon to go into it thinking you're using your fists and then your opponent pulls out a shiv.