Billy gave the newcomer a confused look. He'd been fine on his own. The missionaries weren't anything he couldn't handle. Was having a pretty girl walking with him supposed to make people notice them less?

"I can take care of myself," he said, not wanting her to think he wasn't tough or capable, just because he was a teenager...or a white mage...or whatever other reason. But he also didn't want to be rude, not to a perfectly nice lady who wanted to help him.

"But I can walk with you if you want company. My name's Billy," he offered.