"Very well," he said, casting a fleeting eye over the papers. The name rang a bell, though not from his notebook. Perhaps from some file at headquarters? He would have to look into it.
"Regardless," he began, stepping closer, "papers or no, what a citizen your calibre is doing skulking round a military facility at such an hour is quite a question. Can I offer you a ride home," he continued, casting a rueful eye over the stained clothing, "or perhaps to another wine house?"