Rarden's head looked back and forth between the woman and Louis as the man pocketed the moneybag. Finally, the reaction he fearfully felt was coming arrived and immediately he looked away from the girl to stare at his captain. In truth, that was part of the risk you took throwing a whole bag of money onto someone else's table. Especially a table crewed by a starving crew of reject sailors who hadn't seen a chicken live or salted in a long time. However, making a scene would have been poor form, he couldn't even begin to contemplate the negative possibilities of such an incident. He put his hand out to Louis, because he figured the man wasn't going to hand the bag back himself. "C'mon uh... Caesar. Let's count ourselves well off for having found a charitable stranger and return the money." He offered a fragile, feigned smile to the stranger in an effort to buy time before he resumed giving Louis a pleading glare. With any luck, nobody in the restaurant would even notice.