[The Bronxite decides against pushing the matter and turns on his heel, leading the way.] 'kay; no prob'm.
[He'll walk at a leisurely albeit purposeful pace with his hands stuffed into his pockets, glancing back often and making sure not to wander off too far. Keeping close like a loyal dog, this one.]
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[He'll walk at a leisurely albeit purposeful pace with his hands stuffed into his pockets, glancing back often and making sure not to wander off too far.
Keeping close like a loyal dog, this one.]Been 'round here long?