"This way." He hops off the bench, heading... well. The correct way to Pine Street. He's not lying about that, at least. But as the sun is going down, he seems to be perking up. Sure, hawks don't hunt at night. But he's not a normal hawk, and when the sun goes down, people can't see as much. And that's when his real work starts.

"Ah, I never got your name. I'm Tobias. What's yours?" He could have given a fake name, but it's not like Tobias is the least common name in the world.