A man in his late twenties with a thin, unimpressive beard notices you approaching. He…

"What?"

"It's your turn." He takes a respectful little step back.

"Oh, you mean questions?"

"What is gold and orange like a forest fire, but smells like liquor?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Kim is about to say something. Let him.

"No, man. Help me out: what is golden-orange and smells like liquor?"

"It's you, it's obviously you. You smell like liquor. And you're orange."

See -- everyone agrees it's your colour scheme. We're on the right track with this name thing.

He turns to the lieutenant. "Is this what you get when you call the police now? We've been waiting for a week here!"

"Sir, I understand your concern, but we're here to do a job, and for us to do it, I need you to stay calm."

"Yes, of course." He takes a step back.

For a moment, the Cafeteria Manager fidgets under the lieutenant's gaze. Then he gives in.

"I know it took us a while to arrive at the scene. But it also took you a while to call us. It was you who placed the call, correct?"

For a moment, the man fidgets under the lieutenant's gaze. Then he gives in.

"The harbinger of ruin."

"What?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to see what happens if I say that. Now I do."

"What is this, a joke to you? Is this what you get when you call the police now? This guy?" He turns to the lieutenant. "We've been waiting for a week here!"

"The gloaming. I am it."

"I have no idea what that means."

"Never mind."

"Never mind? Gloaming? What is this? Is this what you get when you call the police now?" He points at you. "This guy? Lieutenant, we've been waiting for a week here!"

"This duskland will be gone soon. It makes no difference if you understand or not."

"What is this, a joke to you? Is this what you get when you call the police now? This guy?" He points at you. "We've been waiting for a week here!"

"I have been to the precipice. I have seen the end."

"Never mind."

"I'm currently in-between names."

"Fantastic."

Kim is about to say something. Let him.

"It's like when you've left your band, but you haven't decided on a solo artist name yet."

"That's wonderful! Really. I think so. But there's a dead body out back. No one wants to work in these conditions! It's been a week!"

"As I said, Detective Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau."

"Can I have a drink?"

"No," he leans in for emphasis, "you cannot."

"Officer... I was thinking more along the lines of your name."

"It's probably Harry."

"What's that supposed to mean -- probably?"

"It means I'm not ruling out "Harry" at this juncture."

"What is this, a joke to you? There's a dead body out back, and it's been there for a week now! No one wants to work in these conditions!"

"I have forgotten my name."

"I don't like your tone."

"And I don't like the dead body that's been hanging out there for a week!" He gestures somewhere outside. "No one wants to work in these conditions!"

Could he be irritated with you? He avoids eye contact altogether. Like you're not even there.

A man in his late twenties stands behind the counter, inspecting a stuffed seabird. As you approach, he gives you a sideways glance, then looks down again.

That was disdain in his eyes. Even now he is purposefully ignoring you. Looks like he's not a fan.

Everything is cool between you and this guy. He's a big fan. Make some small talk.

"Something tells me you don't like me."

"Oh no," he says without looking up. "You're a hero. A real hero cop."

Could the massive property damage upstairs have anything to do with this?

"You're being sarcastic."

"Am I? Or did you ride in, take the body down, solve the murder, and not trash my hostel room?"

"Oh my god, I did all those things?"

"No -- you see -- actually you didn't. You haven't done anything even remotely useful since you got here."

"What have I been doing then? Have you seen me around?"

"No, I haven't seen you around. I'm not always here." He looks down again and keeps plucking at the bird.

"I'm guessing I didn't do any of those things?"

"You're right, you didn't. And it's only taken you three days not to."

"What have I been doing all that time? Have you seen me around?"

"I do not appreciate your tone. This is no way to talk to an officer."