The air outside was cold, crisp, felt like a slap to the face. It was clean too-- he hadn't realized how cigarette-laden the air inside had been getting until he had this to compare it with. He inhaled deeply, his cigarette dangling from his other hand as he listened.

"I've gathered several people seem to be here with friends, so to speak," he said. "This guy Cain I've been talking to-- magic kingdom guy?-- has at least two of his buddies present."

Paul was silent a moment, and one didn't have to be a mindreader to guess that he was likely considering people he knew from home and what it would be like if they were here. After a few seconds he snorted, then said, "But sure, yes, any friend of the Clyde to my Bonnie, yeah, I'll meet him."

Paul kicked at a drift of snow as he started to walk. Nowhere in particular- just needing to be out, out of the ticking room.

"No shit?" he asked in response to the house thing. "Huh. I... have got nothing on that one, sorry. Haven't run into my apartment if it's here. If they bring my fucking Volvo in I'm just going to shoot someone. ...you're in Speares? So am I," he added on hastily, brain catching to that bit of what Westen had said.

"I'm-- actually right near the train line, can chuck a stone and hit it from the place where I'm at. Hell, you can probably see it if you've gotten off at said station-- got a big damn clock out front."