Good, he takes it, and he's got a lighter too, accurate guess. Johnny nods and settles back, sitting in the grass and folding his legs. "Yeah," he says. "Over, um - thataway." He gestures in a vague easterly direction. "People usually get dropped into the Park, I guess. I don't even remember what the fuck I was doing before I came. That seems like ages ago now." He smiles a little ruefully at the ground, rolling his cigarette back and forth between his fingers.

"This is Manhattan, by the way," he says. "And, uh. I'm Johnny." He offers a hand.