Missouri. Town called Ebbing, but you ain't heard of it, I can guarantee. We ain't even a thousand people and we're way out from the city. [Probably explains more about him than he realizes.] You?

[When she gets the water he finally manages to straighten up all the way. He's shivering, body regulation thrown out of wack by all the exertion. He staunches the nosebleed against the sleeve of his jacket, which, between the Wheelers and hunting squirrels at the temple, is pretty unsalvageably stained anyway.]

Thanks. [He takes a small sip of water.] Wonder Girl.