The lad had gone instantly still the moment he'd been snatched, round eyes looking up to meet the chill sweeping over him. For just a moment, it felt like An Zhe was somewhere else. A gate, a gun leveled at his head, a piercing gaze that was looking straight through him and seeing more than they had ever asked for. That was an achingly familiar gaze, but it was not the right one. It was a pretty blue, though.

His noodle of an arm was easily manipulated with no fight whatsoever, not that Samus would have needed to put in that much effort even if An Zhe had resisted. The vendor was watching them with slightly raised brows, and An Zhe went ahead and nodded along. Two cheeses, please.

Deciding that whatever was happening here was not in their pay grade, the vendor deposited two cups into An Zhe's open palm.

"Thank you," An Zhe said. To the vendor, for the cheese. And to Samus, for not breaking his wrist just yet. Thanks.