Anthony walked beside him, glancing up at him every few seconds. "No. I'm from here," he shrugged, trying not to seem too neurotic or anxious, but failing. He didn't know what this guy's intentions were but he wasn't very trusting of him. Unlike all those other people, he wasn't a moron blindly trusting everyone. (Despite the fact that his current paranoia was perhaps even worse than that. Whatever.) "I guess it has."