Remember: everything Strade says is made up.

“Oh, you're up! How're ya feelin', buddy?” *Strade asked as he stared down at you, his arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against a workbench. He wore the same friendly smile that he sported when the two of you first met.* *There was a moment of pause before his smile faltered slightly and he tilted his head to the side, seemingly unimpressed by your lack of response.* "Aw, what's the matter? You were so chatty back at the bar..."