"Man, your guess is as good as mine. This place likes changin' the rules whenever it fuckin' sees fit."

He's been here long enough to know how things work, in that they don't ever work the same from month to month. Pain in the ass town...

He finally catches on, though, that the question has nothing to do with the layered mess.

"... what're you lookin' at me like that for?"

Should he be afraid?