When the drink was transferred into his hand, he looked to it and then her, "But this is yours." In his culture, you didn't drink after someone of the opposite sex as it gave an "indirect kiss" and they were certainly not intimate that way. They weren't much more than acquaintances. "I'm used to traveling on foot," he told her, an apathetic shrug to follow. He didn't drive, or have a vehicle to travel with, so he was always walking or running to his destinations. This was just one more location to travel in. "I didn't exactly plan for this either," he answered, not offended or trying to offend either. It was just facts. Still, he had nothing else he had been looking forward to. Just looking for more allies that could help him take down his Master. He followed the path he assumed was right by her words, keeping a look out for a building that looked to be a police department. Maybe he could get her back home, where she desired to be, instead of remaining stuck with him as she had so far.