Quickening pace to leave the open view of the city streets, Vaan maintained his brisk walk and began towards a slow jog. His hands and pockets feeling full with the weight of newly “accumulated” belongings, a slight anxiety crept into mind with the sight of armored men in the distance, pressuring him into a nearby alley.
Then the impact of another body.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” He leaned down, in a scramble to recollect what items he had dropped in the fumble. Then peering over his shoulder, on guard, he hastily addressed the silverette before him, “—but, I should go now.”