Tall man walking in the middle of the night shrouded in a mysterious hood. Shall I just give you my social security number and make it easier?

[He tilts his head down, quirks an eyebrow and looks at the man as he gestured emptily in the air with his pen.

Still, he's not exactly eager to kick a man out into the cold when the curfew's almost up, so he turns away, his attention back on his scribbled up piece of paper as he continues to speak. Assumably that means he is willing to share the space, for now.]

...Curious wardrobe, though Is it a, uh-- [He glances back a moment, apparently thinking he is looking super subtle.]-- Fashion choice?

[Inquisitive. White hoods had a certain symbolism, usually.]