It's a nervous feeling, standing there and trying to wear a serious expression when he knows he's probably the least intimidating-looking person to ever have had a sword strapped to their back, but it feels a little important, too. Like he's Lisa's bodyguard or something- which would be kind of embarrassing if he weren't so worried about an actual fight breaking out.

He breathes a low, quiet sigh of relief when she manages to retrieve her bag without a struggle.

"Yeah," he says, more than happy to leave for somewhere less crowded. "I'm glad your stuff is still there. Oh, and here."

He hands her guitar over, and idly wonders if anyone thought he might use that as a weapon.