Well. At least the man sounded normal enough. Normal being used in the loosest possible way here; there was still that tiny little issue of him speaking to himself, but he dismissed that for now.

People had some of the weirdest quirks sometimes, and considering he had spent his life associating with a few of the aforementioned individuals, Yuki was quite prepared to overlook that trait for a moment in favour of a more pressing issue.

Where was he and what was he doing here? And if this man didn't work here, then what was he doing here as well?

"I see," Yuki responded, finding himself committing the annoying little habit of searching out the other man's eyes, even though he had an odd feeling that the other man was staring straight at him. He had often hated it when other people seemed to peer at him a little too intently whenever he was in shades, and here he was, doing the exact same thing.

Reaching into his pocket, he was silently relieved to feel the familiar form of the cigarette pack. Fishing one out, he placed it to his lips and dug in his other pocket for a lighter, lighting it up swiftly.

Inhale, exhale. Think.

"If you're not working here....then you're here for...?" It was not in his nature to pry, but desperate situations called for desperate measures.