“An insult thrower. I see. You get one free after that. I suggest you use it wisely. *The sky gains greyish clouds, and starts plopping bits of water down on the ground.* “So I was wrong. It was rain.” *He waited for a few moments, forming an answer.* “Tell me, Fang, do you have a place to stay? I will gladly invite you to my quaint home. It's eleven blocks down...” *points right* that way.