There's nothing to do around here that isn't trouble, and for once, I'm not in the mood. [He shifts to lean against the wall again, legs up and bent but not tucked against his body anymore.] We're supposed to talk, right? I know pretty much nothing about you. Where are you from? How'd you end up here?

[Things he never asks because he doesn't want them rebounded back on himself. But he's doing the friend thing, so here goes nothing.]