I look at my shoulders and then back at the man. Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise. I'm here because he's working on medical technology. Why wouldn't he know what bullet holes look like? Even so, there's something a little canny about his expression, like he knows from experience.

"Are you asking how many times I've been shot at or how many times a bullet has actually landed?" It's a staggeringly large number of the former and, thankfully, only two of the latter.

"I don't think I'm getting paid. But the cast was free if I did this interview? What's your name, by the way?"