"Yes, I'm looking for a restaurant." He dug into the pocket of his jeans, hiking them back up before they slid too far, and produced the coupon book. "Um... the Twin Pines, I think." He looked around again.

"I'm being rude to you, aren't I?" he asked. "I am so sorry. It's all complicated to explain. My last roommate was a very bad man, a murderer and liar at the least, possibly much worse. I need to know more about my current roommate. I don't wish to be taken in by such lies again." Armand spoke urgently and rather too quickly for many to understand his accented English.

He gestured down the street to where he thought he'd barely spotted a sign that might what he was looking for. "Monsieur Badou Nails, that's my new roommate, has agreed to meet with another patient here. I want to see what transpires between them, so I can judge a bit better for myself. M. Nails has had little enough to say about himself in the past few days that I am quite unsettled, nay wary, of him."