"You've never been to Los Angeles, I am guessing. Compared to that this is a welcome." His LA was a nearly literal hellhole.

He shook his head some at that, scanning over the room once more. "Not a soul one that I have come across. Is it something that happens often? People you know coming coming here?" He asked, an idle ping in his chest, a low desperate wish that maybe his son may come... maybe Sarah. A dead man can dream after all.