"Good thing I don't actually believe I belong here, else I'd really be quite on the job. I assume." He didn't actually know. Was his personality the same, more or less, as Gavin Stark? Impossible to tell. Not even Thomas' papers might be able to shed light on that. But he had been an officer of the law, so that was...similar. "I'm only supposed to poke my head in on the minor issues and babysit the house arrestees. Not that I don't understand this easing into things, not wholly trusting me, of course, but I've done far more dangerous things on an everyday basis before. Rather insulting, really. But of course, that's not real." Insert eyeroll here.

He'd be on his way, honestly, but he was curious. The text-based network held a list of people (cave names, naturally), but it wasn't going to help if he didn't know names. "You're the bartender, right? What's your name?"