He raises his hands to pacify her when she starts yelling, wondering just how many witnesses there are to this conversation by now. Not that he mind either way, smirking idly as he gestures for her to get closer.

"I'll tell you how I did it," he says conspiratorially, his voice dropped down into a soft, rasping whisper, "if you help me find the... your... hm, that person." The child, is who he means of course, but he's not sure what to call them when she got so flustered about that phrase earlier. He wants to get away from here is really the big thing.