Samuel quirked a brow at the flurry of questions, uncertain which of them, if any, held his interest enough to answer. He felt quite sure his answers need not be truthful, or not entirely so; his new neighbor seemed outright squirrelly, darting from one topic to another, at once saying quite a lot and almost nothing at all. His green gaze followed Philip's restless one, wondering what the corridor held that proved so damnably interesting. His idle toying with his keys ceased as he noted Philip's staring, being wholly uncertain of what that look might mean. He was a curious person, this Philip, and Samuel resolved to figure him out.
"Yeah, I've been here a few months," he said. "Since last August." He shrugged. "There's some weird birds here, but they come and go. Most of the neighbors are just fine. They keep to themselves and don't bother me, anyway." There might have been a warning in that veiled assessment of his fellow tenants, but nothing in Samuel's bearing or demeanor chose to show it. A sharp smirk tugged at his lips as he thought of the lobby, and their building's seemingly endless rotation of doormen, janitors, and other apparently hapless or irresponsible attendants. "Lot of turnover with employees here," he added, "but nothing else I'd really think to mention."
Again his head gave a faint little tilt, a curious glint in his eye. "So, Philip, you work around here? What is it you do?"