CHILTERN PARK.
"Is there anyone around here who has the gift of gab? Might of mentioned it to someone?" Neville asked with mild curiosity, wondering if he was really about to track someone else down right now.
"Uh...oh, one second," Neville said sheepishly, trying to worm his way in the small space around the shop worker. He bumped into something, apologizing profusely as he pulled a rumpled piece of paper and pencil out of his pocket and quickly scribbled over the scratch marks, leaving the imprints in the paper.
"It might be helpful?" He said with a slight shrug, shoving it into his pocket and flashing another smile.