Lecter & Open | 2030 hours | 2nd Floor Lounge Da Skep
An interesting set of days since he'd arrived, and a discovery of absolutely nothing useful in regards to where on Earth this city was, or how he'd come to be here, had left him somewhat drained, though strangely relaxed in his isolation. He wasn't home, and that made him uncomfortable, but then, he also didn't have to worry about being a fugitive, or anyone trying to kill him (so far). And that was a pleasant change of pace.
He rested in the lounge, appearing half asleep but keeping a watchful sense on his surroundings, wondering if there was a point to him being here, and if there was, if it mattered to him anyways.