Locke followed the guy with his eyes, watching as he messed with a bowl of...something Locke couldn't identify. His stomach churned a little at the thought that it was supposed to be food and decided he wasn't going to be hungry for a while.

"No, I have no idea, I was kinda hopin' that asshole would tell me, but he wasn't in a talking mood. Do you know, Mr....?"

He hoped the guy would give him a name or at least a title so he'd know what to call him, Locke liked to have names for faces, even if he didn't expect to know their owners long.