Ed has done far worse to survive and blend in. This is nothing.

He slides his hands into his pockets and keeps his pace a touch slower, not quite as long a stride, subtly adjusting to accommodate Oswald's impairment. Nothing obvious, he knows better. "Sometimes. Generally, nothing more than you'd have to do with your average Mafia Don. There are unmarked outsiders as well, they tend to have the same disgusted view that we do and thus are as accommodating as the system allows. I, genuinely hoped to never see you here, my friend, but I can't lie and say I'm not glad to see you. I've missed you terribly. But you're going to hate this place more than we do. And we really, really hate it."