Security? He looks up at Neal and finds he's being studied, too. He's used to some level of scrutiny--people looking him over for weapons, mostly. He's not so used to the curiosity.

He decides Neal probably wasn't wearing a uniform and a walkie talkie. Management, maybe? Didn't management wear nice clothes back then?

"I was stabbed," he says, and nods at the bench. It hurts to stand. "Can I sit?"