As the stranger turned around, Anthony quickly turned his cold and almost calculated expression into a more....genuine one. If only it had been genuine. Suddenly, he became very aware of the knife hidden in his coat. But violence wasn't on his mind right now. He wouldn't hurt the man if he wasn't given reason to. "What?" he replied almost instinctively, and in a rather out of character way. Anthony never was quite the best actor.

"I'm fine," he shook his head. "Kind of cold and hungry being out here, to be quite honest, but that's just life, innit?"