He laughed at the question, crossing his arms and moving to a nearby stack of crates, taking a seat atop them and reaching into a small pouch at his waist, producing an apple from its depths.

"I spend my evenings as most spend their days. My eyes are more attuned to night vision and the sun causes headaches after a time. I investigate curiosities, and you certainly qualify." He held up the ripe red fruit, a sheen of lamplight from the end of the alleyway glinting on its skin. "Apple?"