[Yes, all of that, as one does. Jet breathes out a soft sigh through his smile, as if he's given this tour already and is having another go because he's that good of a Samaritan. He can't quite tell how old this guy is, anywhere between fifteen to nineteen sounds about right, and before they can embark he makes sure to notably size him up.]

Of course. I'll take care of you.

[He places a hand on his hip, then glances around.]

You know, when I saw you earlier, I thought: what's a nice face like that doing in a place like this? Ah well, my name's Jet. Walk with me.