His expression didn't really change even though the other man had spoken. "Like I know who the fuck that is?" Mickey said with a little shrug. He'd been here for, what, a couple of weeks? And he'd spent almost all of that time in prison. It'd hardly been a meet and greet.
"Look, man," Mickey said, stepping away from the console and straightening up to his not-even-six-feet in height. "I dunno if you've been around here recently, but there ain't no unoccupied apartments." At least from his brief assessment of the building there weren't. "I just wanna couple of hours of your electricity, then I'll be outta here." He shrugged.