Barry isn't used to late night visitors. Back at the university he had the occasional colleague popping in for a night cap or the one time a student had tracked down the address to his flat to beg for an extension on a research paper at half-past twelve but judging by the loud knocking and begging to be let in this isn't a social call. He rises from his desk and, grabbing the kerosene lamp he'd been scribbling his notes by, approaches the door with some apprehension before opening it.

"Awful, uh, late to be out on a night like this." His accent is clearly American, tinged just slightly with what sounds like German. He holds his kerosene lamp up just a little higher, leaning out the door just slightly to get a better look around the stranger at his door. Better safe than ganged up on by a group of robbers because he was foolish enough to open his door. "You lost?"