[Silver considers for a moment, then shrugs. His pride isn't wounded enough that he'll deny the stranger a towel, at least.] Yea, my boss keeps spare towels at the cafe.
[And he turns and starts walking to the place he works at, hands in pockets, seemingly not worried that the stranger might attack again.]
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[And he turns and starts walking to the place he works at, hands in pockets, seemingly not worried that the stranger might attack again.]