Disappointing, but understandable. "C'est la vie." He said, tipping his hat to the young man and his friends retreating backs. "I wish you a lovely afternoon, then." He called, before his attention was pulled away toward a new face on the street. A man in black with a friendly disposition. He smiled back at the newcomer. 

"Good day to you, master Ves Hawkin. James Maury, at your service. One injury, I'm sad to say." He said, reaching into the inside pocket of his garish coat and whipping out a band-aide. He held the band-aid aloft in his hand, sticking straight up to the sky. "If you have something cold could I at all bother you to lend it to me for a moment? Incidentally, would you be at all interested in learning how to set a broken nose?"