Mougin tilted his head in confusion as chaos unfolded. Things were flowing outside his expectations, even though he didn't know what expect in the first place. More and more people arrived on the scene, and he wasn't sure why. Nor was he sure why the other teenagers had reacted that way. Disregarding the thief's attempts to escape, the minotaur pondered the situation.

First of all, while the situation had left his control, there did not seem to be any immediate danger. The others in the area had given him a wide berth, and the thief's weapon had been disabled. There was little chance that he would come to harm, so staying where he was should be relatively safe. Though, while the thief seemed like she could no longer harm him, it was probably best to maintain his grasp on her. There was a hole in his bag, but he did not have the means to address that. His clothes would be a good enough stop-gap measure. The coins that had fallen out were still on the floor - he would have to address this soon, as the thief may still desire them. Though they did not seem particularly interested in them at the moment... Finally, there was a scant amount of food left in the sack. He would also have to finish that soon.

Coming to a decision, Mougin gently put down the sack of food, before meticulously picking up the five coins from the ground, one after another. He placed the coins in his pocket, before reaching again into the sack and withdrawing another pastry. He should probably have been thinking about the crowd gathering around him some more. He didn't really know what to about them, but as he bit down on yet another cooled down (but crunchy) confectionary, he couldn't help but reflect on one of the finest pieces of wisdom he had ever encountered - it was very difficult to think on an empty stomach.