[ as soon as she sits, he bumps their shoulders, at once both amiable and reassuring. ]

Sorry if I worried you. [ his mouth twists downward, apologetic. ] Wanted to play it safe. [ dragging a finger across his jaw. ] Still want to, though I reckon we're likely in the clear.

[ a tip of his head this and that, unsure if that's true. ] Walk and talk?

[ the noise of the market should shield their conversation. ]