Enjuta reached into his packet, grabbing his paper-
Crap. They seemed to be... Misplaced. Great. He shook his head, and turned away from the vendor. He quickly scuttled away, hood down and sighing. Once he got outside, he watched what seemed to be some armed guards storming another apartment. How normal. How quaint. He almost felt sympathy for whoever was inside.
"Now, something confidential, whisper not above a breath.
I once went home at 2 AM, and scared my wife to death..."