A thought struck him, all of a sudden. Mori. Damn. Most places would not be happy to have a kitten in their premises. Maybe he could concoct a sob story to get an exception... or just hope that nobody noticed the little one in  the pocket of his flannel shirt.<br/><br/>Then, a second thought struck him, as he went to check the time on his phone.  His grasp of time was tenuous at best, and he'd probably be lost if not for the fact his phone kept track of the time for him.  He frowns a bit, noting that the library, like most places, wasn't likely to be open just yet. As he looked away from the phone, pocketing it, he would cast a glance around.<br/><br/>Bright colors. That's the first thing he focuses in on. There's no way in hell this guy is a local, he decides. Al also decides that he should be trusted as far as he could be thrown; and since Al had almost no upper body strength, that meant no trust. Nope. The only people he was going to trust from now on, were the other kids he had gone through that ordeal with.  Then again, perhaps later on, when the shock of revelations wears off, he'll be able to think more clearly, and realize that the whole world can't possibly be out after him.<br/><br/>"Hi. Yes, I do. What's up?" Al should probably be in drama class, with how at ease he seems to be.  The only thing that might seem suspicious is the way he seemed to be paying close attention to things around him, as well; not just the man in the shirt, but the general vicinity.