He raised an eyebrow, it all seemed so rehearsed. And lacked the element of truth. "Amnesia? Well that's usually the reason for extended absence isn't it? So you were an amnesiac John Doe in Africa?"
He stared straight across to the back of the bar, where all the bottles of liquor caught the light, his mind working through things fast, "No-one tried to find out who you were? You didn't look into it? You had no ID after the spatial-whatever?" He pushed.
Stanley seemed like a good guy; Danny could tell his lying was a cover up for something not terribly sinister and not from a truly dark intention unlike some other people he'd met. He didn't distrust the guy despite him not being completely straight with Danny.