[Dick's wariness is only fair. Keith can't feel too bothered by it. Again: no one's gone through his ordeal. That's a good thing, but it also means that the adrenaline has never had cause to kick in. Adrenaline like that doesn't deal with drugs effectively, but it can force a clear mind.

Then again, who would have a clear mind here even with adrenaline? Keith understands caution.

Keith takes another step forward, thinks to offer his hand, but thinks better of it. If there's one way to make someone not trust him, it's forcing the empathy bond on accident. Instead, his slender arms come up to cross over his chest, covering a few scars there along the way. He's a fighter, and he's not taking any care to hide it (though it's not like he really can, not if he's bothering to fit in).]

I'm Keith. [How many times has he wished that being a paladin meant something here? It's never been for fame or notoriety or any of that. It's just to explain why he wants to help, and why it feels like a calling—a lifelong purpose—to help. "Morningstar agent" doesn't fit the bill.

He'll go with something a lot less involved, though no less complicated.]

I showed up out on the streets a little over a month ago. Just like you. [Not exactly. Not at all. Keith knows that he can correct that later.] You don't have to believe me, but we've all gotten used to finding you guys now.