Finding bolt holes was an unfortunate side effect of living as he has, though it's partly awareness of city flows and where things might fall through the cracks. Also in the brilliance of hiding in plain sight. He walked right past his imposters, none the wiser.

(This amuses him, to some extent. He prefers being amused by the absurd, and annoyingly, a number of those fakes were far more financially sound than he was, and some of their construction was subsequently higher quality than a guy living on a mountain with minimal resources, oddly enough.)

"Yes! That's the spirit, seeing possibilities where others see failure or dead ends."

Speaking of, he glances toward another, narrower alley that's clearly also a walkway. Nodding toward it, he quirks his eyebrows at Raven. Shall we?