Tom laughs. "Yup, you got me," is the only thing he really says as the other pegs him for exactly what he is--a smooth talker, one who's very good at it. Usually. Alan hates it, he's sure, but Tom's not angry at the writer for that one. Tom half expected that gun in his face since loop one.

It got the writer to where he needed. That's what's important.

And this one--oh, this one seems fun. Hard lines but a soft voice, an easy-going posture that proved to be a front almost immediately. Absolutely fascinating. He decides to reward the other by answering with the truth:

"You know, I'm not entirely sure? Shelter. Food, maybe. Alcohol. This place is wild, man! So different from anything else I've really been in!"