Somehow, being nice to the guy is harder than being defensive and cagey, in part because he's not sure how sincere it'll seem, for him to be anything but an insufferable asshole. He shrugs, silent for a moment in the absence of anything else he can think of to say.

"It's not a problem," he says. "Anybody who comes through here's welcome to stick around. I don't think people really sleep here, but there's these houses all over. The islets off the coast, or the ones in the compound."

Bringing up that the compound used to belong to sentient monkeys who kidnapped people and wielded coconut guns feels harder to get into. In part because it was while storming that compound that he saw Brian here, of all people.