The start of an explanation perks his ears but Arthur doesn't push for more details. The immediate need that seems to be met is the man's feet, something that makes him reach for the pouch on his back. He might not have any shoes to spare but he does know the value of makeshift coverings.

Rummaging around the bag for a minute or two he produces an extra shirt which he tears in two longways. A few seconds more produces a small length of rope. Next a hardcover book which is torn for the front and back cover. The supplies are passed to the other man.

"You'll need to be careful. Tie them around your feet and put the cover at the bottom for a sort of sole. They're not perfect but they'll work until we get to a shop."

It's up to him, of course. He could walk barefoot into town or stay looking for supplies. But the offer still stands. Arthur turns as if heading back towards the direction he came.

"Let's go then, New York."

The man can reveal his story in his own time. If he won't, he's been properly warned that Thirteen will make sure it occurs.