It might've been premature for Naesala to be enjoying his stroll, but why not? His newfound prize had been a complete accident, but it was still a getaway well done, as far as he was concerned. He didn't expect that any of the natives could easily catch up to him, and if there was pursuit, he counted on a Sentry or one of those Kin'nal to be doing it. So, it rather took him by surprise for a young human to suddenly show up and grab onto his arm.

Stopping in his tracks, Naesala gave his hanger-on a disdainful look. The pilfered bag in question was still securely hanging on his shoulder by its strap. "Excuse me? Are you lost? If your broodmother left you behind, I'm sure I can't help you."