"Good to hear," Lupin said. He sets to work himself at pushing the pile of junk to the side so that the apartment is livable again. He casually tosses some items to the side, ordering like items with like in an informal method of organization. Though he doesn't say it, he's still searching for something that could be useful--lock picks, tension wrenches, cameras, paper goods that aren't monitored by the Malnosso...

"I miss New York," he muttered at length. "I miss Paris. I miss Tokyo. I miss Sao Paulo. This place...is too quiet. I don't like it."

He hadn't even been there for a month; he could only imagine how Pops, Goemon, and especially Fujiko must have felt.