Ah, how technology failed these young childer. Couldn't even find their way to grandmother's house without GPS, and where did that leave them when the battery died? Straying from the path and running into all sorts of unsavoury beasts. This one was incredibly lucky Tristian had found him and not some terrible person who'd take advantage of him. Did that deserve some sort of reward? Perhaps he'd bring that up later; clearly he'd done the youngling a very huge favour by stopping to speak to him.
"I see. Do you know where you're going at least? I'm quite new to this city myself but navigating the streets of New York has been easy enough." Especially since he had Google maps on his phone.
He offered a hand to the other Kindred, his sharp, black nails glistening. "Tristian Mayfair."