[He moves one arm from behind his head and lightly taps the left side of his chest, just over his heart. There's an odd lump there, lightly protruding from underneath his tan vest.]

S'called a Mechanism. We all have them in one way or another, me and my crew. They keep us running and bring us back if we happen to die in our...misadventures. [Or when your name is Gunpowder Tim and you says something stupid and need to be shot in the head.]