Isam was looking over the crudely illustrated map of the apartment, trying to figure out where the hell he was. He'd gotten better maps from men who barely spoke English. Or Arabic. Or any of the other many languages he spoke. He turned the thing this way and that, trying to figure out if he was at the east end or the west end when one of the residents came up behind him, greeting him rather suddenly. Isam spooked, his shoulders tensing and his breath catching before he settled. 

He turned to look back at the man. The kid was clearly younger than he, but Isam knew first hand not to underestimate the young. "Naam. You could say so." He looked the young man up and down: shorter than him, smaller, he could probably take him. Then again, he'd thought the same about others many times and had been mistaken. At least this fellow seemed a bit more normal than the two he had met earlier. 

"I am looking for the al-mawrid, er, [i]londree[/i] room. Could you show me?"