So the guy had a bit of a mental problem, perhaps. Judas decided as long as he wasn't dangerous, he could deal with it. He'd been around far, far worse when he was still into drugs. He didn't hide the track marks on his arms unless he was bundled up against the weather, but he didn't call attention to any of it, either.

"Are you trying to get off the streets, or been here most of your life?" Trying to find out a little more about the guy, seeing if there was something more that could be done to help him out. He ate slowly, not in any kind of rush.