"Yeah..." and with that he's already stepping in and poking around for a decent place to sit and roll up his cigarette. He's not worried about getting lost at all, it hasn't even crossed his mind yet.

He finds a little set of chairs and a table and sits down, heavily, annoyance flitting across his face that even these chairs are slightly too small for him.

"Maybe they know what's happenin'," he grumbles, but the huffiness is directed toward the table - it's not comfortable to lean this far down just to roll up a damn cigarette.