The stranger's sudden approach and overtly cheery demeanor were immediately off-putting to Garret. Someone acting like that, from his experience in the wastes, was either planning something or completely off their damned rocker. Hell, sometimes it was both. Someone like that suddenly coming at you to ask about a child was equally concerning, but since he at least looked young himself, Garret allowed his guard to drop ever so slightly. "Uh, yeah, pretty close. Not sure what the hell kind of accent it is, but it sticks out. Kid's pretty short too." He adjusted his hold on the various supplies he was carrying, still listening to the stranger's descriptions. The mention of his eye colour was oddly specific, which made Garret think back on the oddity he'd seen before. "Well, I don't actually really know where he is, but all that sounds familiar. Kiddo just took off towards some gunshots." He shrugged, speaking of it as if it were a mere inconvenience while babysitting or something. "Happens sometimes."<br/><br/>Still, all this made him feel quite uneasy, and he wanted to get out of the store, half expecting the stranger to want to join their team, half expecting to get stabbed because of his very strange behavior. Neither of those options were really optimal, in his opinion. He carried everything to the counter, where the shopkeeper was running a basic no-power cash register that consisted of a wood box and a crude abacus, and sat everything down for it to be counted out. If haggling was necessary, that would come after. While the goods were sorted, he decided to ask the stranger some questions of his own. "Where are you from, anyhow? And how long you been looking for this kid? Must be real important for you to be all the way out here looking for him."