[He hooks his crutch around his upper arm so he can take the tool and put it in his pocket.]

I'll go back with you. Better I make sure you get home safely. [He pays for their tickets aboard what looks like a light rail as the cars slide into the station.] There are probably people here that aren't very capable at all.

[He wouldn't look like he is, except that he's obviously muscular underneath the coat (in that lanky sort of way). And he gets aboard the train quickly, reaching up to grab one of the hanging handles rather than finding a seat. Easier getaway.] So what are your limits in what you can look like? [He asks her quietly.]