"Tch, 'pick on me'? I dunno what you thought you saw, but that wasn't what was happenin'." He gruffs at her as he tosses the saliva-coated hunk of junk off somewhere into the crowd. Not giving a shit if it hit someone. Maybe hoping a little it did.

"Also, who gives a shit if I helped with that? I wasn't tryin' to be no hero, was just lookin' out for me and mine, that's all." His gaze falls back to her after his cursory glance to see if anyone got hit, but he's assuming not.

"More than what you did, Ms. Self-Proclaimed-Champ."