You don't know me. A lot of people... don't want to get too involved with others. They don't care, as long as their lives are okay. Not that I... blame them for that.

[The guy's clueless nature makes him smile a little bit, though. He's not sure why, but usually his instincts about this sort of thing are pretty on-mark. He's been given no indication he should mistrust him, and he's not armed. Just so long as he doesn't get into a car to an unknown location with him, and stays in public (as much as he's loathed to, given how shaky he is), it should be fine.

Armin's voice is still coming shaky, slurred.]

Tell me your name.