Beck's already heading towards a clearing of lollipops nearby, when he hears the heavy footsteps following behind him.

He has no intention of letting this bag go- there something in here he can defend himself with, and what feels like food or water or something else that could be useful bouncing around inside of it. Beck glances behind himself at the person following him, before moving forward faster, slipping the bag around his back to protect his identity disc.

Peeking around his shoulder a second time, Beck slipped into the field of lollipops, weaving his way around the flamboyant colored candies.