"Creepy? Me?" Yeah, okay, he can't fake a wounded look to save his life.

"David, I think you might have me all wrong. I'm not a criminal." He shook his head as if it was the most ridiculous accusation he'd ever heard. "I am, apparently, just like you: a man stuck in another strange situation where information is being withheld from us. That's all."

He looked around the food court. "I don't think we'd have anyone to sell anything to," he pointed out.