"Oh..." Well so much for helping her. Now Zachariah felt a little silly suddenly blurting things at her like that. He lowered his gaze and began scratching the back of his neck.

"Do you want any help then?" Maybe Zachariah could talk to her stalker and get them to leave. That was a very optimistic thought on his end though. Talking to her was hard enough for him. Getting a pickpocket to leave someone alone was likely well beyond him.

But where talking failed Zachariah felt confident he could knock some sense into them. He just really wanted to avoid violence.