He waves off her words of thanks as though gratitude of any kind makes him uncomfortable. "Well," he says, a word that just exists to fill the silence until he can come up with a better response, then motions on down the dark mineshaft ahead of her. "I'm already down here searching for recruits. If you want, I can tag along to watch your back for a while."

He's no thug looking to prey on the unwary, but he also doesn't normally make a habit out of escorting random strangers through the dark. Why the sudden change of heart? Maybe it was the sight of the aforementioned magical clusterfuck of sparkly lights, and all of the associated burdens that must come with it, emanating from such a young kid. It made his heart twinge with sadness, though he resolutely didn't let the emotion change his expression.