He didn't like rude people. He didn't like people with a temper either, it was far to close to his own father's temper, and the fact that this man also had red hair just made him wait for the Irish accent to come out. He stiffened up, banding at his waist in a smooth motion of a machine as he scoped his journal up, looking at how caked mud had ruined his once good sketch of the shopping areas.
"No, I couldn't see your hands were full, sir. But I can see that you are having a grossly overt reaction to a simple problem. I apologize for making you drop your box. I am new here, and trying to find my way around the village. I will replace any of your items that I damaged. Or would you rather swear some more?"