It didn't take too much mental effort to figure out why the guy wanted a little privacy, so Clay ambled off at a deliberately slow pace.
"Clay. Clay Lindstrom," he elaborated out of habit when Ryan caught up and made his introduction. Clay was all for minimizing the sharing of details, but when your first name was a goddamn noun, clarification was necessary. He barked out a laugh when Ryan mentioned New Orleans, wincing as his head protested.
"Dude. You're even more fucked up than me," he said with a hint of admiration. "Ever heard of Elmira, New York?"