Jigen takes the card with one hand and stares at it like he's not sure it won't bite him. He turns it over, then looks back up at the man who seems to be overflowing with unrequested kindness.

He's not...in the business, is he? Doesn't seem to have the bearing for it, but some guys were real good at hiding it. Or maybe he was one of those sick fucks who preyed on the people no one would miss, and Jigen would wind up buried in a shallow grave after being poisoned or strangled.

Jigen chewed the mouthful of sandwich and weighed whether he cared, then swallowed and decided he didn't.

"Yeah. Guess so. Where're you staying?"

Either way, he wouldn't be cold anymore.