Louis chuckled. "Don't get the wrong impression. These were accidents. And hell, the screwdriver to the leg was because of you!"

	Louis lightly looked over the layout of the space. If this guy was after something, he'd have already done so. "No, actually, my house burned down last night. Well, I say my house, it foreclosed while I was in recovery after an accident. So really, I don't have any place." [i]Hey, whoa, why are we spilling our guts to this guy? We don't know him.[/i] "I don't have any money, so I can't repay any of the hospitality you're offering." [i]Stop talking.[/i] Louis clapped his hands together awkwardly, trying to buy time to find the next thing to ramble out. When his hands came together, however, a shock wave released and knocked over some of Isaac's things, and Louis himself.