He laughs, giving Girl a cheeky grin. He hadn't intended to scare her, but if he had, well, he wasn't going to try to make a big thing of it. Make the person laugh, that always made things better than any words really could.

"Lot of London's like this," he said, tilting his head back. "Gets it's colour from the people." That... was probably a bit too poetic for him. "An' from those people, the ones that are good with a spray can."

He gave a shrug, scratching the back of his neck in absent thought. "Just wanderin'. Ain't up to much, an' ain't in the hurry to get stuff to be up to."