Bartholomew stares at the man, before slowing raising his hands. "I don't have any money, don't mug me please." Bartholomew smelled like french fry grease, and wet dog. "I have some teddy bears on my person, I don't know where but you can probably make some money off of them!" Bartholomew stood ghostly still, as if this goofy shirtless man seemed like a demon to him.