"Mm any hints I mighta got were pushed under to just how you were," he admitted. "Bright." His smile spread a bit. "Maybe a little friendly, but that was.. already outside the New York norm."

There was a lotta 'HEY, IM WALKIN' HERE' going on. They couldn't all be Whitly's.

"The Marshal's Service already had a room for all of us. I didn't have to stay." He met Malcolm's eyes. "Seemed rude to say no, after having you in mine, for some reason."