[Less upset and more "why do things keep interrupting us." Still, the time goes much more smoothly than he ever thought.

The boy frowns, tucking the book under his arm, and bows his head. It's obvious from his mannerisms and accent that he isn't Japan native. ]

I'm fine. This happens all the time, I'm afraid... I sort of live with my head in the clouds.

Ah, are you lost? The mall can be a bit confusing in its layout. Perhaps I can be of some assistance?