He cared not for what girl or the interloper thought of him, for they were not aware of his reasons. Nor had she and especially the boy done anything to earn that privilege. Pocketing the box for further inspection and if possible to return it, he chastised the woman, "Do not speak for me on my behalf, you neither know of my reasons nor did I ask of you to speak. " He looked at the boy and saw his shock. It must have been the armor woman and her animate suit of armor next to him. He felt like grinning at his luck for any possible mischief that boy had was stopped.

He spat out some more blood that had filled his mouth with too much fluid to speak. Turning to address the boy giving him a curt, " A good day to you." He was tense, he had two people watching him take that bandit and rile through his stuff. He didn't trust and worse didn't know what they would do; try and attack, report to the authorities, or hopefully keep quiet and ignore him? He walked forwards leaving them behind physically but not mentally, as he was morethan ready for a cowardly attack from the rear.