He frowned a bit, realized he had absolutely no idea where the flour he got had gone. He'd just get another and make up some excuse if the clerk had any questions. He looked back to the man, attempting to sound casual.<br/><br/>"I live here, I was out getting flour. My mom needed to make cookies, and well, she's not a very good planner. I found that out the hard way though that it's dangerous. I didn't think it was that bad already. Say, if you're just a normal person, then how do you know about the angels and lurkers?"