"Lost"? "Kid"? The hell does he think I am?...
Levin was briefly lost in thought as he gazed upon the sorry figure before him. A fat man in his forties in prime condition for an immediate stroke, visibly distressed and with very little in the way of manners. In a way, it reminded him of the obese man in chains he met over at Phantom Isle, who Crix pretty much forced Levin to help.
But Crix isn't here anymore.
He stared at the package the man ostensibly tried to shove in his lap, but didn't move to grab it. Instead he addressed the stranger, taking special care to sound just as blunt as he did.
- You're lookin' a bit stressed there, old man. Tell ya what - you let me know what's in the package before you pawn it off on me. I'll be glad to help, but that could be a Claw Fossil for all I know.
He tried to read the man's expression as he spoke; a Big Pearl was nothing to scoff at, but if there was either bigger profit to be made, or legal issues to run into, he had to go a bit deeper with this. If nothing contrary came up, the Pearl would do.
He looked around for the museum, to where many people flocked. Either out of genuine interest about the history of Glacier Island, or simply looking for a source of heat, the building did seem to attract a considerable number of passersby. Whoever that Shelley guy was, he probably had his hands full with customers; either that or he'd be pretty busy sheltering everyone else who was only looking to escape the unforgiving cold. He made a mental note to visit the museum of his own accord later, regardless of how his bargaining with the fat man ended up.
- Forgive my suspicion; I'd say it's justified for a... lost kid.