[ that someone is a stressed-looking, skinny guy in jeans and an alliance-branded hoodie. olly gets rescued so often that he mostly bought the hoodie as like, financial support for the alliance even though they don't really need his pathetic thirty dollars, but. you know. it's comfy and warm, too, and he frequently needs comfy and warm.

he blinks at the guy addressing him, looking from him to the building he's closest to, then raising a hand covered in bandaids to rub his cheek uncertainly. ]

Oh, are you, um, visiting? [ you know what, olly? it's none of your business. ] There's a place on Saw Creek Avenue called Bun Daddy's that has the best hot dogs I know. It's not street-vendor, but it's-- it's only maybe a half-step above that. They have, um, this little-- little window, basically, and you just order there, and they have a few cafe tables in the alley, but it's a clean alley with murals and stuff, not.. you know, rats. Or dumpsters. [ well, there might be a dumpster at the back, he doesn't know. he never sticks around to sit down and eat there.

right, he's rambling. he winces, shoulders hunching up. ] I guess I could show you if you want. But just, uh.. keep.. an eye out..