[ You know what, it's rather refreshing seeing someone who looks like they might have come from where he'd been. Not any changes he recognizes but that doesn't count for much. He might be the only one currently not staring, or giving curious glances. ]

Legal... oh, yo, I getchu, like a license to carry an' all that? Huh, di'nt think they'd have that here too. [ Okay now he's a little more willing to get it, sounds like home. You can't carry a gun without a legal permit after all. ]

Yeah the guy said to head down to the Black Fist's headquarters. Was nice enough to write me directions. [ He shows a small scrap of paper with a makeshift 'map' on it. ]