"Simon finally looked up to meet his eye, timidly now. "People talk..." was the only clarification Zech received on Whitby's cultural expectations. "I'll show you the pier..." and he started walking, well aware of the fact that he had started something he could not finish. There was one comfort. Everything pointed in the direction of Mr. Meijer being like him. And he seemed less of an arse than Hurley, too.