[Noting the location of her things, Lyle deposited his work boots beside the door, then moved across the room so he could deposit his bag inside the door of the bedroom.]

I wouldn't put it past them. Did someone at least manage to cut the poor sucker down before too much of the blood rushed to his head?

[Coming back across the living/dining area, he pulled out a chair and parked himself in it.] By the way, thanks for letting me stay for however long. Would you mind if I ask something?