[He gestures to a bench, and once they're seated he pulls a thermos out of his rucksack. Tea, for the discerning nose. He pours a capful of it and hands it to Charlie first.]

So, you are a book-keeper that grew up in the city, a man in possession of a very small car [a bit of a smile] who is kind to strangers. [He curls his hands around the outside of the thermos absent-mindedly.] What about you? What has your life been like?