[Cursing silently in his head as the man stands in his way. He really didn't want to have to break anyone's face just to get to his hiding spot. But this shit is heavy so he's issuing a sigh and setting it down behind him, protectively standing over it. He shrugs.]
Hide it. Keep it, maybe ransom some of it off for favors, cigarettes, whatever is useful in this place.
[He gets a somewhat unamused look at that last little tid bit though. He points to his face.] This? I didn't do anything to deserve this.
[And that was the cold, hard truth. He hadn't done anything to the guys that beat him up. He was wrongly accused. Even if SOME of the reason was because of his reputation.]