Uh, yeah. Of course he was anxious. Who wouldn't be? But then, Richie was pretty good at dealing with anxiety and not making a scene about it at this point so -- well. There was that. He maintained that this place needed either a lot more weed or a proper supply of xanax, though. He'd really have liked either both or at least one of those things more than once since arriving.
Richie couldn't help himself though, he tapped his fingers against the table, a quiet non-beat and leaned forward a little, curious. It was true enough, trust would be necessary for something like that. And right now? It wasn't really there. All Richie really knew about this guy was that he was from his own world and had seen his Netflix special. But so had a couple other million people. "Should I be assuming that's nothing at all like ghostbusters?"