"Good question," he replies, busying his hands with checking his ammo while regarding the stranger with a glance. He'd noticed them approaching via his peripherals, but now that he's really taking in their appearance, he's mentally noting all of the differences in mutations they have compared to others he's met yet. Idly, he can't help but wonder what he'll look like a month from now.

"Bit of a mix. It's a loose algorithm based on where they're hit and at what range, and so on. I'm kinda winging it." he shrugs, "That and rules hardly matter when you're playing by yourself."