So, this place sure seems...clean.

[Have a grungy-looking guy peering at his smart phone, holding all of the new-arrival gear he got at the bay, looking a little bewildered at his surroundings but making the best of it. He also appears to have taken way more brochures than necessary.]

Though, then again, I guess I might be a little biased on that. Considering my old place is, quite literally, a dumpster fire. So, you know, this could be considered an upgrade.

[He shrugs slightly.]

Still not a fan of waking up up strange places, but eh, what can you do? I ain't entirely convinced I'm not hallucinating off some weird shit, but, you know, most of the time people don't seem to hallucinate stuff that ain't spiders or rainbow explosions or something else a little more terrifying.

So, what's a guy new to this place need to know to live and let live around here?

[He pauses, then vaguely gestures at the street behind him.]

Also, there is a surprising amount of kids running around without parents here. I'd try to look after them except, uh, I am probably the last person alive who should be in charge of not letting little kids get hurt or anything. But I figured somebody should know about that.