What the hell? Gary blinked and went silent for a moment. They had to go around the house and through the back door since the front was still locked. Was this guy a runaway? Or a refugee of some sort, the victim of a kidnapping or some kind of violence? An escapee from a mental ward? No, that last one couldn't be it. Who would give a crazy access to hair dye? And were those eyes from contacts? He shook his head. "Well, I got some." He said, latching the gate with its simple slide lock and going to open the door for the guy. "Name's Gary." He said, nodding him inside. "Gary Lloyd." Wherever he came from, it couldn't be speculated on. Gary would just scare himself silly, and that was a stupid thing to do. Bringing up where he came from didn't seem like a smart idea since he didn't even know where his shoes went, if he even had them.