He can't fault a man for his suspicion. In fact, Wrench has to wonder after just how much has changed in his own life to make him entertain a conversation like this with a stranger. It's been a long, strange year. These days, any given week holds more conversations with more people than he's had in his entire life leading up to this point. It's ignited the kind of curiosity in the man that's been allowed to take root, but that in itself is a dangerous allowance.

At the end of the day, it's better not to forget who he is. The rumors painted all around town did a good job to remind him of that. They may be gone now, but that doesn't mean they won't be back, and he'll have to answer for them all over again. Face a new crowd of people who may not be as forgiving of the kind of company they're forced to keep in this place.

Wrench narrows his eyes, and nods permissively. PERHAPS. GOOD TO MEET YOU, NEAL. IF YOU FIND ANYTHING YOU LIKE, JUST PAY UP FRONT. He doesn't say what he might have seen or what he assumes, but he doubts the man came with too much money in hand, despite how he's dressed.