[ his lips quirk up in a mild smile, evidently not bothered by the rude response. given his age and the things he's lived through, that probably isn't a surprise, though. ]

I try not to assume what you might have in your pockets or in some dimensional space. Or elsewhere. [ the small smile widens at the corners, and he tips the umbrella invitingly. ] I have an unfortunate effect on plant-life, [ he adds by way of explanation. ] I wouldn't want to ruin something you've bought.

[ the hand not holding the umbrella spreads slightly to indicate the rest of the city. ] Where were you heading?