"I'm, uh," he stalled on the answer by ducking under to walk alongside, "No. It kind of leads to things being damaged. Not on purpose- not really. Just, ah-"

When they walk outside enough, he'll point to the field where one of the soccer goals was ripped out of the ground and kinked in a few points. He may as well drop things now so she could decide whether or not to really have him under her umbrella. With the rising problem of those, however, he remembers to add something else a few moments after.

"I'm not one of those twilights- I just. Well, uh. I don't need to be tagged, so it's not like I'm going around hiding it from people."