Ah, a stranger. One offering something, not that it's much of something. Delta heaves a sigh of, well he's not entirely certain what it's of. A combination of relief and frustration.

"That's good to hear. I'm mostly hoping that I don't find any of them," he admits to the stranger, his hand worrying at the hem of his green scarf. Why that had to come with him, he didn't know, but it is comforting to have a touch of home.

"You haven't seen any kids around here, right? Either a pair of twins or a young boy, probably with a skateboard or the scratches to go with it? They might not have told you their names if they saw you. We sorta take the whole 'stranger danger' talks seriously. But knowing them, they'd head inside. It's always safer inside."