"Thank you," Daniel mutters again, touched by the other man's compassion, taking pity on him and then going out of his way to help more than once. He accepts the hand and then the bag, shoulders hunching in mild humiliation at having to twice now be rescued.

"Look, I'd understand if you didn't want to, um. It's okay if you just want to, well, you know." He waves the re-appropriated bag vaguely at the direction they just came from, before they were beset by the would-be mugger. "You've done enough is, is what I'm saying."