The nervousness that had been abated by the excitement of the discovery of such a good humoured thief was starting in-- fast. Bobby skipped back another two steps, eyes jumping between the trash can and the stranger, his heart in his throat from the sound. Suddenly, everything the stranger said that had seemed so charming a moment ago was foreboding.
"Hey, you know, I wouldn't tell anyone. I mean, I probably couldn't figure any of it out anyway, I'm not so good at that, you know," he tried to laugh, fingers spread defensively again. With the nervousness came just the slightest frosting across his fingertips and the end of his nose, and he sucked in a sharp breath-- his exhale had started to come out as a whispy fog.