Hector feigned an indignance he partially felt, his hackles still raised at the appearance of Vincent.
"Of course I'm territorial! I got my place! It ain't much, sure. Not like I have a house or an apartment or anything like that. Its my box and my bed. I sleep to the sound of the Freeway roaring and rumbling overhead. I spent my days walking the streets of down town Sacramento. And its never a dull day, lady, let me tell you. Never know who you are going to meet. And at night, I feast from the bins of the finest restaurants. Its home. My territory. I walk it. I claim it."
Yes. Let her think he is a broken homeless man, inured to the streets so long he has forgotten what it means to be a functioning member of society. Let her think he has become almost an animal, living off waste food and stalking a territory.
Let her. In many ways she would be right.