That made more sense. The stranger teaching grade school just didn't fit, at all. "It's a good place to start," Marcus offered. He wondered what the man's end goal was, if the position he had was only a start, but seeing as how they'd just met, he wasn't about to pry.
Marcus offered over a hand, hoping that if the man shook it, his papers would remain in place. "Marcus Keane," he introduced himself. "Not quite philosophy, but psychology."