Jughead blinked as his beloved typewriter was taken from him. "I do," he answered stupidly. He was still trying to adjust mentally to the whole situation, now that his mind accepted that this man wasn't a threat. "I'm a writer. And I prefer using a typewriter over a computer."
He followed behind, hiking his bag up onto his shoulder to make carrying it a little easier on him. "Must be nice having a room to yourself. I'm Jughead. Well, really I'm Forsythe, but everyone calls me Jughead." He wasn't going to go into why that was since Klaus probably didn't care and all things considered it wasn't relevant.
"Thanks for the head's up, it's always nice to know about any dietary needs when in these situations," he mentioned agreeably. "At the moment I don't have any questions, but I'll let you know if and when I do."