Well, it's at least no worse than what Add's strategy would've been. The man looks a bit startled, glancing around in confusion before finally managing to focus on the two oddly dressed strangers. "I'm not in the way, am I? I can, uh, move my... stuff."

There's not much to move. Just a couple of hastily packed boxes on the ground next to him, which was everything he could carry at the time. He slouches a little heavier at the thought.

"What's there to explain? I've got nowhere else to go, man. The money's all gone, I can't afford a roof over my head, not even my folks'll take me back... maybe they were right about me, I really am a stupid good-for-nothing. I can't get anything right..."

He's obviously pretty depressed. Add stays quiet, a certain familiarity ringing in the man's words.