"Understood. I am not offended." To the question though, he pauses briefly as he looks up a definition on Riverview's internet and decides no, Dodger is not a moblin. "He is a mutant."

Brink won't mind Link following him into the building, which has an open front door anyway. The source of the smell is immediately clear, upon entry... the apartment that Brink is headed into has the middle of its door just missing, and while most of it is spotless (if a little dusty) the kitchen has a set of three bags like the one Brink has just set down, in various states of decay. It seems he's been picking up groceries for someone who isn't even there to receive them.

Oh, and the walls are plastered with photos and notes on most of the people on the city, with tacks and yarn stringing them together like a serial killer might keep... and there are rainbow-colored fireflies occasionally crawling along the floor or walls. You know, a normal place to be.