The middle-aged man turns around, facing the rather long-nosed gentleman as he has a smile on his face. Eyebrows raise slightly, a single eye remaining half-lid as the light above seems to hit it at the perfect angle to cause it to wince. He'd been preoccupied with trying to locate his cigars that he hadn't heard the younger male, only now realizing he'd being summoned by a tap on the back.

"Me? Oh.. Oh no, Sir. Me? I'm uh- Well, I'm what you'd call a tourist, it seems. I'm not from around here. As a matter o' fact, I think I may have lost my way, but I suppose that makes two of us now, doesn't it?"

He clears his throat, raising a single finger with his free hand as he finally secures his identification. He flips the small wallet open, showing off the worn-out brass of his badge and the outdated picture of a younger man with greater optimism and neater hair.

"The name's Columbo. Lieutenant Columbo. I'm from uh-.. Los Angeles, California.." He pauses, giving the other man a once over as he ponders, grabbing at as much evidence and taking every mental note he can process before continuing. "I'm awful sorry, Sir. I wish I could say I was a native here, but I'm as much a stranger as you are. New places like this are always a problem, ya' know? You never know the area and you come in unprepared for the situation. That's my real problem, see, it's like my wife tells me, "you gotta' always prepare for the impossible." I guess all those years as a Boy Scout didn't pay off, ya' know what I mean?"