[The feed turns onto a rather scruffy fellow with a slight scarring on his neck. He's decidedly unhappy as he stands outside taking in the view of a city he'd only been in once before. Funny how it seems like a lifetime ago.
His voice is decidedly British, upper-crust at that, but it's been "tarnished" by years of living in California surrounded by chatty Americans.]
I'm afraid that playing hero is on the lower end of my to do list, right after taking in a movie with my former boss, so it would be best if someone could point me to an ATM so that I may procure a one-way to Los Angeles -- coach.
[He rubs his face tiredly and there's a quick view of a homemade dressing over a wound on his arm. What kink of "hero" is this?
Checking his watch he frowns and then sighs]
It would probably be best to find a hotel for the night and then work on getting home. Tell me there's a decent place to sleep that won't cost $400 a night for a used pillow and crappy mint.