Her comment about the bike was answered with an apathetic shrug. Her question, however, he answers readily."been here all my life. Doubt I'll ever pick up and move, either. I've found my little niche, ya know?" He only seemed to pay attention to her when either he was speaking, or she was. Otherwise, he kept his eyes roaming around the bar. Much like her, he eyed the couple going to town with shots. The man he's seen around in the bar plenty of times, though he's... with a girl this time around. Seemed like an odd break in the pattern, but whatever. Maybe he finally found someone. Good for him.<br/><br/>"Well, if you're looking for someone, I might be able to throw out a net for you, so to speak, see if we can catch them. If you got an address, I can take you there... if it's just a name and some other stuff, I can dig around, if you'd like." At this point in time, he realized that they had not yet had a chance to exchange names. In all honesty, he had not expected to have had much of a conversation with her. Just figured he'd get the brush off, and end up spending his night like he usually does. Have a drink or two, listen to people chatter, then go home.<em>Hah. Another break in the pattern. </em>He thought to himself.<br/><br/>"My name's Leofwine, by the way." He'd extend his hand to her. "Though most call me Leof. Who might you be?"<br/><br/>She was being awfully jumpy it seemed, but then again...if this is her first time in this dive, he really couldn't blame her for that. This place was pretty damn shady.