Stork curled his long fingers in his hair and pulled, trying to regain some sense of sanity (although there was always the idea that he'd never had any, and that was why he was here). Everything coming out of this kid's mouth was making him feel worse and worse, and he seriously felt like he was going to vomit.

Then he glanced over at the boy, chewed his lip, and thought.

"So ... if I asked the people in front of me if they've heard about this, they'll tell me the same thing?" Sure, he was being a little suspicious, but this place hadn't seemed all that threatening during the daylight hours ... yet.