"Oh, right you are about that," he says, shifting up only to prop himself up on the wall. He lets his legs dangle off the shitty mattress and huffs. This bloke is perfect for this place, isn't he? Right mess and all.

"Leslie? That your name?" he tries. Not sure what he's bothering for. Not liable to get a decent conversation out of him from first impressions and all.

"Right then. This should be bloody brilliant. Ta for the conversation. Real enlightening."