"Why would you get in trouble?" Ziggy asks but he can imagine all kinds of reasons. The thought of his own world and adding inter-dimensional traveler to the alien would surely make their behavior worse. Make him more of a target for the government and whomever else.

When this tiny person asks about cost Ziggy's brows furrow in confusion. He didn't ask, never asked. It takes time to remember that it mattered to others. He shrugs. "I've paid for six months but the elevators here are.... horrible."

Claustrophobic, jerky, loud, too fast. He had a list of the problems with the inferior elevators here, but a first floor townhouse had opened up near where he had been staying. No stairs and no elevators. It was ideal. He's lost in his thoughts for too long and nearly startles himself out of them.

"I dislike heat. I don't know how much it costs. I didn't ask my retainer when he found it." Ziggy shrugs. Money had gotten to the point where Ziggy didn't think about it, or worry about it, and though he probably should care... had no idea how much he was spending. He does take the offered seat. Even if the circumstances seem different any insight into hiding your doings is of interest. This wasn't just about his alien nature but also his desire for general privacy.