Eoin was a little bit amazed by what he was seeing, though he could see this situation was going to get very irritating very quickly. He stared at the kid for a moment. Looked like he'd been out on the streets for a while, but damn if he didn't sound excruciatingly posh - both in attitude and accent. Another victim of the regime change, Eoin decided, or more like a victim of politics. Family on the wrong side of the war. Couldn't have been that uncommon.
"Then what were you doing trying to take my blanket, man? Find your own if you're that desperate." He obviously wasn't serious, but he still didn't say it in the best of spirits. It might also have been because he found himself reduced to arguing over trash in an alleyway.
It did seem a little cruel, teasing some kid who'd obviously been traumatized be a dead body in an alleyway, but Eoin didn't think he'd be seeing too much of the kid in a little while. Maybe even sooner if he could get out of this argument.
With that in mind, it might have seemed ironic that the next few things that came out of his mouth were a few of questions for the kid. "Oh, I see," he said, his tone a strange mixture of sympathetic and annoyed, "But you're right, it's a right strange thing for someone to sleep under bags of rubbish. So why do you think I was under there? What logical conclusions can you come to - looking at me, seeing as how I slept in an alleyway all day, seeming like I was dead and all that? Presuming as you are that I put myself there, hm?"