Rolf patiently waited the little creature out. He had plenty of practice. He'd grown up watching animals and learning habits and nature and the lessons of patience that they taught. You could out wait almost anything -- if you knew how to wait. He made sure the sugar glider had a hold on the orange before he let it go, and he took a piece from the main orange for himself, popping it into his mouth. He shifted back so he sat instead of supporting himself on a leg that while better was still shaky.
"Good, isn't it? Oranges are some of the best," he said. "Though apples are good too." He set the half eaten apple on the bench too, and a couple more orange slices. He watched the creature almost idly, not staring so as not to intimidate. "Now who let you out here in the cold, huh?"