Haji was just about magical like that though, he could just sense things, just about feel them and always seemed to know where he was needed or where to go. Maybe it was a side effect of what he was, or just dumb luck.

How he found the warehouse, who knew, but he pulled it off. "I simply follow my feet." He spoke as he always did, soft but nearly deep. Ever the gentlemen as often as he can be. His answers rarely counted as answers but Haji was the keeper of secrets. He always would be. Haji in his nice suit and coffin case on his back may stick out, but most people somehow always tended to look him over, or would just stare at him. Either way, he ignored people in general. He only cared about those he cared about.

"It is nothing of importance. Simply something that happens, I wanted to see how you are." he deflected, because of course he did.