Oh shit. The guy was not amused. Noah quickly put his business away. "Sorry..." he muttered. There was that annoying feeling of being not quite done, but he'd have to keep it in for now. No pissing people off in dark alleys.

Now that he properly looked at the man - or rather, his outline against the street lighting in the main street, he realized that he was very short. "Hey, you're knife guy.... Mr..... Rolls, aren't you?"