Luther nodded at the question, supposing it made more sense. The amount of bags of garbage - as he only could see it as that - was high, but if he didn't have his limp, he'd have thrown them in a larger bag and went down the stairs. At least, if he was in his position. "I see," he said, eying a can that seemed to be about to hit him. A hand went up to push it back towards the bag.
The name did ring a bell and things clicked. Luther shut his eyes, attempting to remain calm. He hadn't done anything wrong - he wasn't a criminal - he didn't know if his fable was one - there was no need to have been that annoyed by his comments on the forums. "We talked on the forums," Luther said, before shaking his hand. His eyes were still fortunately hidden by the sunglasses, as he added. "I'm Inspector Luther, in 401."