[Everything sounds so... similar... Lovely; in another life, maybe he could have been a foolish blonde pirate. The man's plea is quite sad to hear anyway, and Thomas finds himself watching, right back. With concern and sympathy, more than anything.]



[He's quick to reassure,] We're friends, already, remember? I agreed friendship with you would be wonderful. Let's find what there is to do, here.

[And then detach soon enough that Thomas didn't get robbed or worse.]

I'm Thomas. What's your name? [He offers his hand to shake, hating that this is how introductions were done, especially with a fool who had just eaten a potato. But politeness demanded.]