[Perhaps, as a fellow connoisseur of fire and horror protagonist, Daniel can learn to appreciate the flamethrower.]

You're from another country, then?

[That would definitely explain the accent, though not the man's current disposition. He seems quite nervous--not that he doesn't have reason to be, of course.]

Fair enough. You never know when you're going to need some light somewhere, after all.

[A brief pause.]

Did you happen to read the letter that was in the basket you woke up with? You're in Deerington, like it said.