He hangs back, hands searching for pockets before just awkwardly hanging at his side-- either way, they're still deliberately out of the way so he can't attack immediately even if he wanted to. It's not necessarily calming, but it's the best he can do to maybe stay nonthreatening.

He laughs, a quick snort to himself as he reaches forward and bundles up the rest of the bag. "Good to see you're feeling well enough to stick a wire from a centuries-old abandoned amusement park in your mouth."