[With an especially cold look over his shoulder, Kit mutters to Padparadscha,] Probably wasted on someone like that. He needs more than advice.

[A prejudice-correcting kick to the shins, maybe. Kit keeps this observation to himself. Still, as he makes his way away from the vendor at Padparadscha's side, it's clear that this encounter has clawed its way under his skin and put him in... well, a stormy mood wouldn't be an inaccurate characterization. It runs rather counter to the way he usually deals with unpleasant feelings, and so as they walk, he looks agitated, like there's a sudden upswell of energy in him that he needs to work off, somehow.]

Ancestors, [the way he says it under his breath makes it sound like a swear word of some kind,] that guy's made me angry.