He scratches through his unkempt hair. A flea hops off him. "Not much, but..."

The weather brightened up while she was talking to the kid version of him, so when certain thoughts start to creep into her mind—Who is this guy, anyway? He's nobody important. He's probably more trouble than he's worth. He looks like bad news. He's clearly an anti-social weirdo. Do you really want to waste your time talking to him...?—they don't feel too hard to shake off.

He looks a little embarrassed to be seen this way, though, emaciated and filthy. "I'm grateful that you're here."