Wilhelm puffs out a sigh. If he's annoyed, it's only because Jesper is right, and he can't help but be wounded in the requisite way of young men whose toughness is questioned. But that laugh of his acts as something of a salve, preventing him from becoming mortally offended. Look, he's even laughing in response.

"It's not that I think you're lying, it's just...I don't know, you're not what I picture when I think of gangs. But I guess I've never met anyone else who's been in a gang, so..."

He shrugs, as if this constitutes a complete thought. Then his curiosity continues, or maybe it's just a hunger for conversation so that he won't be alone. Maybe those are the same things.

"So what's your city like? It's not in America, is it?"

Those stars-and-stripes colored shorts are convincing enough.