[ At least he doesn't go around blindly trusting strangers? So, there's that. Kyle nods out of amusement but still makes his way for the street with the thought that the kid will follow along for the things he'd gone to the Hart Mart for. ]

Don't know too many others around here who like having plastique for dinner.

[ That's his... subtle way of trying to gauge some sort of reaction from the kid. See how he responds to the so-called accusation thrown at him in terms of the materials he had been hoping to get his hands on. Really, maybe he's just a kid who likes to drink corn syrup, has a pesky bug problem, and needs to keep his water clean or something. It's possible, sure. But judging from those eyes? Unlikely.

But that's when he gives pause. When he comes to wonder how this next part will go. Because, honestly, he's not too sure himself. If this is John, he wouldn't (shouldn't) know who he is anyways allegedly and it'd be like with Sarah all over again, wouldn't it? But still. He has to know and it's not like he's got a photo stuffed in his pocket to go off of as he did with Sarah. ]

Reese. [ He gives his last name, a glance thrown over his shoulder to the kid. ] Tech-Com number DN38416 if you want something more specific.