"I'll think about it," he says, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Then he grins and lolls his head back. 'I don't even know what time it is... pretty sure it's a Wednesday though. Is it Wednesday?"

In the harsh light of the bus he's wearing dark jeans with paint smatters or ink or something, and a t-shirt that's currently hidden by a hoodie. His hands have black smudges on them.