[Kurt's bookbag is thrown over his shoulder like a shapeless satchel. The leaflet he found in it seemed to reinforce Tybalt's account -- welcome to Hell, indeed -- and it's, weirdly, a relief. At least he isn't living with a crazy man. Just a pessimistic Shakespeare fan in need of a haircut. And a... homeless... fish... thing.

The offered rendezvous, however, seemed a little more suspect. But he's there, keeping his distance and watching for drones.]