[He's used to being a tall guy around shorties. His fiancee is a tiny and he loves that for her because she could wreck everyone if she wanted. However, not only is he well over 6'7", he's bulky under the very neat jacket he's wearing. The guy doesn't need guns. He's already packing!]

You sure about that? You're new, right? The fae aren't all that helpful, but I think they're trying.

You need help looking around?

[Snow reaches out and puts a hand on the boy's shoulder.]

You're not bothering me. I'm offering my time because I want to help.