Fancy suit guy? ( that's amusing, he's amused. mildly but still. he turns his attention away from the bulletin board and the message, hands sliding into the pockets of his trousers. )

Elijah. ( that was probably going to get his attention quicker than calling him fancy suit guy though he appreciates the attention to his clothing even if it feels a little worse for wear right now. )

I don't know if I have a story. I'm from New Orleans where it's warm.

( why's it so cold here? )

There's nothing I could tell that would do anything but bore you. ( the liar. ) Is that what happens here? People tell their stories in between disappearing into fogs?