"Oh, cool." He knew Deacon, but the other two names he couldn't put faces to. That was probably a good thing.
"So, how's things?" He locked the door, checking the handle quickly, before turning to walk towards the Auberge, his arm almost-but-not-quite brushing Zack's. He recognised the hoodie Zack was wearing; had stolen and curled up in it enough times. The thought made him smile sadly.