Tristan was gathering his coins, counting mentally. He hadn't been sure how much small change he had carried exactly, but he certainly realized that a full two pounds were missing. He knew he should have brought his change to the post office. Had this woman just stolen from him?! He looked up at the woman he suspected to be a thief, only to find her skimming through the book as if it was the first time she ever saw one. "Well, no. It's not a children's book..." he said awkwardly. This whole situation was still confusing and disorienting to him.

He was sweating, despite the cold, and took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his forehead. He ignored her other question, and instead rummaged through his things in his suitcase, but the coins did not seem to be there. "Can I have my things back, please..." he said, looking back up at her with a frown. He left it to her interpretation whether that meant the book or the book and the money.