Richard feels a little bit like Columbo at this moment. Bumbling around, in shabby and not-quite-fitting clothes, asking questions long enough and often enough to wear down the patience of a monk. And the more this guy talks, the more questions he has.

Only, the thing is, he has no clever 'gotcha' moments planned. He really is just sorta that clueless.

"Dream Width? Nakagawa? What are these places? Who are you? Why's your hair purple? Do you have to dye it, or does it just come out that way?" He didn't see any roots. That's either fresh or things got even weirder.