"Indeed it was," Guillien responded, smiling. He didn't hold out hope that this man spoke French, but at least he was educated enough to know what language it was. He remembered one of his visits to another safe house where some girl followed him around the entire day asking him questions about Italian. He spent twenty minutes explaining to her that he was speaking French and the rest of day trying to avoid the idiot. Guillien also remembered one other 'gentleman' he had met that heard him speaking French and then proceeded to barrage him with every French stereotype in the book. Didn't even matter to the guy that Guillien was Canadian; he got asked if he never took showers and if all his girlfriends refused to shave. So annoying. "I'm Canadian." Guillien added, just in case. He really knew that there was another slew of stereotypes that accompanied that, but at least they were actually his nationality.
"I'm from the Island, actually. Just out on an errand." Say as little as possible, keep it as uninteresting as possible about the errand. He knew he could get his ass handed to him for just throwing its details around. Usually they didn't care what he said, but now they were eyeing him suspiciously and he really wanted to keep all his body parts where they were currently located. "You'd think I just travelled around all the time with the way I'm never really in one place for a long time."
His average length of being stationary was about three weeks, but he always returned to the Island because that's where his friends were.
Guillien moved the paranormal book to his left hand and took Liam's. "Guillien," he offered, paused and then stated: "Or Julian, rather." He had to remember to introduce himself with that anglicized name. It was something that, even now, he struggled to remember. Guillien appreciated that some people in the apocalypse managed to save some proper mannerisms, not that they were a big part of his life. It was just nice to see people acting polite to each other, at least with simple things like handshakes and such.
Now that he had been talking with someone, he wasn't about to just wander off because that's horrifically rude, so Guillien sort of hoped that this guy wasn't dull as dishwater.
"What's there to do here?" He inquired, taking another glance around the building. It didn't really look like much.