It's strange enough to have to hear someone walk up, instead of just know they were in his space. Stranger still to hear his name from a voice he doesn't recognize--with a face to match when he turns to look over his shoulder. From this angle, the wound cutting diagonally up from his ear is visible, and his eyes are more guarded for the fact of the man seeming to know him--not less.

"Maybe you know my name, but what do you think I'm looking for?" Almost to be contrary, to prove at least half of it all wrong, he picks up the first thing he finds: a short little jar without a lid, half a candle melted down inside. "Got it; where does this Kate keep a light?"