"Yeah, well, something about building a new identity and going on the run from the authorities is kinda stressful." York swings off the bike, hanging up his helmet with a peg on the wall. "I try to cut down on that. Make the transition as painless as possible."

He saunters over to the minifridge, tugging out canned, iced coffee for himself (he's not having beer in front of a kid). "You want juice or something?"

Like they're not about to rewrite this person's history from the ground up.