He snorts, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his smile. "Reckon dat's one t'ing we're all lookin' for." Yes. Yes, the accent is thick. It's worse when he's actually in New Orleans. "Kinda. Dey jus' let me loose dis mornin'."

He tries the door, humming softly when it doesn't move. Locked, then. "Lookin' for where dey're keepin' de stationary. Place like dis has to have some easily accessable, yeah?"