Oh, I wouldn't say that.

[ Reed doesn't look particularly perturbed by the rebuff. Rather, he keeps walking alongside the other man, hands in his own pockets as he does so. Long, tall strides; straight posture; relaxed shoulders and all, the light footfalls of brogues against the asphalt. ]

Really, tell me. You seem like a man who knows where he's going. An office? A place of residence? Somewhere to unload your groceries?