I wasn't exactly talking about me. (She looks apologetic when she glances at him, but in her world? Anyone who would go walking about in armor or even a uniform, or even someone who stood out in some small, almost unnoticeable way? She had her reasons to not trust that nothing bad would happen.

But when he says that he did not want to see anyone else hurt either? Well, that scored a couple of points with the woman.)

So... we are in agreement, yeah?

(Marie nods, she would prefer there not be any trouble herself, and she sticks her hand out for the knife. She could care less if they had found themselves with anything else of hers. But that? She would have a few things to say if they tried to sneak off with that.)

You know, I think that sounds fair. I just want to go home now. I don't really care what you two do, just hand me my stuff back and I won't have a problem. I can let this go, just like that. (A snap of her fingers.)

Hell, keep the purse - pretty sure most of that money is no good here anyway. I just want my knife back.

(Eventually the items are carefully placed into her hands and minus a few stares, there isn't any sign that anything more will happen than just that.

She then glances back at the stranger.)

Uh, thanks, I guess.