Simon was parked in his truck, a cigar in his hand as he relaxed. He’d been driving for a bit of time and he needed a fuckin break, Si’s eyes looking around the parking lot for a place he could reside in, or just someone to talk too. He hummed quietly still, his eyes studying the area around him before he saw someone far away. After a moment he rolled down the window, leaning out with his cigar. “Aye. What're you doing out this late? This ain't a good area.”