The building was rather unremarkable in a more questionable part of town. It was easier to blend in and not have people ask questions as Drake opened the front door of the walk up. “I’m on the 5th floor.” He said with a casual roll of the eyes about being told his actions were all foolish. It wasn’t about proving that his actions were perfect or right but it was more about the choice to make them. The place was fairly clean if not a little shabby as Drake pulled out the keys and got the door open to the studio apartment open. It was rather bare bones with a fold out couch futon, a tv a desk and a few the other things but it looked like the apartment who was either dirt poor or tried to keep nothing around worth stealing.<br/><br/>He didn’t like strangers in the space as it did hold some secrets but all the places he lived were places he could leave behind at the drop of a hat or a threat of some hunters got bad enough. “You want coffee?” He asked glancing outside to see the night sky wondering if the angel gets wired. The thought of getting this stranger up in his brain wasn’t something he welcomed and since he was given the option he let out another sigh, “I suppose it will be easier to just tell you what you want to know?” He started to prepare the coffee he was going to enjoy himself. He always loved the drink even when human foods tended to make him sick after being turned. “Kane and I met a long long time ago so there is a lot of ‘perspective’ to go through.”