“is that right. you’re lucky you look /harmless/. if you didn’t, i would be less inclined to believe you.” ezra’s head cocked to the side, and he let the grip on his gun slacken slightly. “i’d rather not disclose a name. that’s a privilege that people earn, /sweetheart/. however, i suppose it wouldn’t kill me to tell you why i’m here — simply passing through. and.. other things, but that doesn’t matter.”