"Hm?" Jira looked over to where the shop keeper had started complaining about pots just as he fished a red rupee from the next pot over. And then he saw her. His eyes got soft as he slipped his mask on and he blushed. Whats this? She had come to see him? She'd been concerned~? No one... had ever been concerned for him before, as a nomad... He blushed and ran, almost in slow motion towards her.

"Lover, Lover!
Have you come to me,
Without search of any other?
I can't believe this;
No one would, not even my mother!"

Oops, too much information. Maybe he shouldn't bring up the fact that his parents thought he was a total loser for not spending the rest of his life on their farm. Something struck him out of his joyous reverie when it caught his eye. He stopped and turned right when he was in front of Felicia, deathly silent. He watched, his green eyes darting back and forth beneath the mask he wore... looking for that stray shadow that had followed him since coming from the last town. One thing was sure, he was on guard now.

"H-Hey, Pretty mama,"

He started, tilting his head back towards her while keeping his eyes fixed on the alleyway. 

"I got some business
With ya, Ain't got time for samba."

He extended the hand which held his recently plucked red rupee towards her, withholding the green one he'd picked from his bloody pot. 

"Pay with this,
And don't tarry
Else I'll place ya with a kiss. 
Hurry now,
We should get going.
This alley is cramping my style
Though it ain't showing."

In truth he was nervous. The last thing he wanted to do was get his sweet little redhead in danger, especially when she apparently cared enough for him to come check on him.