"Norman Bates? Yeesh! What's that like? You didn't meet mother, did you?!"
He nodded. "The last thing that happened back in LA before I ended up in this place was Holtz making Caritas go kersplodey. And by the way... what's with that?! That's the second time I've had to fix everything." He sighed. "Anyway, Sugar Cube, that's the size of it. Then I was here, and the City gave me the club. It looks just like back home, too."
She'd said some things that didn't make sense, but Lorne was used to a woman that still hid under tables and wrote all over walls. He didn't really need to ask about all of that right now, anyway.
"Nothing to be sorry about," he said. "I was talking to a cat when I first arrived. And it talked back."