[ A flat look. ] I prefer grandpa chic to freezing my literal limbs off. Not as dramatic a statement, maybe, but more serviceable in the long run.

[ He stops in front of the map, glaring up at it. ]

So far as I've been able to gather--yeah. Apparently the first of the very confused arrivals got here about three weeks ago and have been 'trickling in' since.

[ He knocks on the bulletin board. ] So far I've met a mercenary, a violent crimes consultant to the police, a very testy PI, and been told about the existence of a US Marshal somewhere within these humble walls. I'm sensing a theme and not particularly liking it.

[ Neal looks over at Alec, appraising him. ] Neal Caffrey. You?