The face did give him pause, but the clothes were all wrong. Something fundamentally different in the face, too. The face of a man prone to smiling, rather than one who pickled himself in alcohol. He smelled different too. Something Jerry had never smelled before. Well, wasn't that interesting. It had been far too long since he'd found something new.

He maintained his general air of friendliness, hands in his pockets. "The house I got dropped into is...well, it's a mess. Thought I'd keep myself busy fixing it up. Can't do that without tools." But then he tilted his head slightly, as if only now realizing that what the other man had said was a bit off. "Why else?"