"I would think that worry is a very valid reaction to this place," Finch says drily. "I'm rather worried myself, so we can be worried together, if you like."

He fusses a bit with Bear's collar, then glances up at the question. "I'm... from what I've gathered, you simply find a room you might like and, well, appropriate it. Squatter's rights, haha. There doesn't seem to be rent, or hotels, or anything of the sort. So... just, um, select something that makes you feel safe, I suppose."

Harold's face reflects that he's somewhat aware of the absurdity of what he's saying. He gamely tries for a bit more:

"Perhaps you might find something close to-- Norma's-- restaurant. That way there'd be someone close at hand if you had problems. Did you get something like this when you arrived?" he asks, pulling out a very sleek little smartphone from his pocket.