Let's all take a moment to be thankful that Freddy is an LA cop and has probably dealt with his fair share of colourful homeless folk. Might be the first he met who wears what looks like a massive, iron laundry basket on their head, but hey. At least Micolash's not one of the poor souls who resorts to nudity or eating live pigeons, right? The City of Angels is fucking wild.

"Oh, if you'd like to," he drones sleepily, already looking back in the direction the library lies. "Good for future reference, correct?"

Micolash soon pushes himself up onto his feet with a lot more dexterity than one might expect from a man with a towering cage on his head. He must be terribly used to balancing with it. And going places without his shoes tied, considering he's already shuffling on his way without bothering to lace up.