This was about to get even more interesting. Bennet vaguely wished he had a cup of coffee to occupy his free hand, but it wasn't completely necessary.
"There's a piece of orange peel in your hair."
And right there, perfect time for a sip of coffee. If he'd only had one. Bennet instead casually glanced over at the street signs. "I am currently on Traders Avenue, Los Angeles, California, on the fifteenth of January, year 2006." He looked back at the man, and asked, "Where were you when you were not getting into a dumpster?"