Of course, he notices the discomfort displayed by the youth - his gaze moving to Ratchet's face as he was looked at. His own expression remains fixed, set, and he shows very little reaction. The older one spoke the truth. Of course he did. They all stood alone without structure. Atbest, they were all merely part of a well-meaning rabble.

Alone, a child with a broken arm would be the very slightest incident for what was to come. The fact they didn't even appear to have their base- city- guarded was dangerous in itself. They would be slaughtered.

At Bearmon's words, he moves a few paces- merely to pick his sword from where he left it. If She was here, he would not let her get caught in whatever was to come.

"My apologies. There is something I must do... something which cannot wait any longer. Coronamon? I would welcome your assistance, should you wish to give it."

"Oh, we're gonna keep looking?

"Yes."

"Okay! You don't have to worry so much! We'll cover every part of the city today!"

"Thank you."

He moved, at that point, back to his room to collect two things. Namely, his cape, in case it turned cold. And his shield. He glanced to the pair of them as he returned.

"Cam, Ratchet. It has been a pleasure. Excuse me."