Thatch has been watching the scene with some interest. Though he can't quite piece together the story. Is the guy a fugitive? A criminal? A stoner? An assassin? Trying to get away from the encroaching guards? Though why? Who can say but Thatch is interested in finding out and so he maybe navigates himself into the guy's way, letting himself be bumped into.

He looks down at him and smirks.

"Woah there, no harm done. What's your hurry, lad?"