"Yes, who wouldn't want to help someone like me," Devin says, a touch sarcastic. "It will happen as it happens."

If the Foreigners or the kedan see fit to drive him out of the city, so be it. He's more accustomed to living alone, anyway. The chips will fall as they may.

"That's impressive, starting a cafe in a matter of a few weeks. I'm well practiced at settling into new situations, but you seem to have made a veritable art out of it," he remarks, continuing to steadily pick away at his lunch.